It's been a long time,
old friend.
And how I long to sit and talk
with you again.
These days have blown past
faster than leaves on the wind.
And me? Well I'd give anything
to gaze upon your dazzling grin.
But for now I'll keep praying
that somehow, we'll meet up in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Nika, You have said it all for us. We seem to be coming out of it now hopefully. Hope youand your friends are keeping well/ Chin up, as we say in England, my pretty friend.
Thanks Tom! I hope you're well and your relations also. :)