The wind are futile
In holding me back
I want those wild nights
Like the ones we once had
Where we made love
Under the moon
But the winds blow
Violently on our bodies
Fantastic imagery is employed here to express regret over a lost love.5 stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good poem but I love poetry of Sandra Fowler