Midnight winter
In white cold snow
Dreams going
With the morning blow
Days of memories
Everything you were
Like summer trees
Now leafless everywhere
You and I
All we've said
Clouded in the sky
Of what we once had
Blow wintry blow
From there to me
All we had must go
And become memory
Midnight clouded sky
In old and the new
The past about to die
From me and you
Never giving a chance
To what might have been
Now the color blanch
All you might have seen
Midnight winter
In white cold snow
Dreams going
With the morning blow
Blow wintry blow
From there to me
All we had must go
And become memory
And become memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.