this morning is sonorous
as it brings rain to the fields
and a man is stranded seeking
shelter on an abandoned
house which speaks nothing to him
but loneliness
that story about separation
that death has
murdered love
that children leave sometime
and what is left is nothing
and then this morning
the rain sings a sad song for
a traveler.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem