Moments to remember
the joys of what it makes,
summer in sweetest ember
that sunshine up wakes.
The hours of life to give
with everything that's gone,
dreams again to revive
to carry those moments on.
Moments of life and heart
noting that goes away,
its inside will never depart
it's always there to stay.
How can love be done?
That gives of roots deep,
and carries new seeds on
for flowers fresh to reap.
Moments that I do keep
in memories still living,
like spring in the dark sleep
each year its joy's giving.
How can it not be true?
That life goes on and on,
for love, that's me and you
and never is really gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written. " Moments that I do keep, in memories still living" - very true. " Moments traveling endlessly in time" .