The wild ghosts whisper love songs into my ear,
As the sweet scent of roses fills the morning air.
I keenly remember all those precious moments
That we shared; that were bathed in a warm, clear light.
We were so young, way back then, and lost in wonder.
We hadn't yet discovered stranger, darker realms.
Now, I'm familiar with the ways of the world,
And know such moments can never be found again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem about wondrous moments in time.
Thanks Lamar for taking the time to comment on my poem. I very much appreciate it!