Her tears flowed before she could shut her eyes to keep them from falling. The strain of song has opened the door to her memories.
They gushed like a spring and her heart quivered as everything came back in a flash. She thought she had forgotten them. The feelings reawakened, warm and sweet like a springrain of that long ago, when everything was new, when love was just starting to bloom in the prairie of her heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem