It was the height of summer and we lived
In a quaint cottage by the winding stream.
It seemed like the sun was always shining
And the flowers' scents were always fragrant.
It was like a dream! I always like
To recall that time to alleviate
My darker hours; when time seems to drag
And the light of hope seems to be dimming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem