Came rain I smelled the ground
and nothing made a sound.
All dressed in white, Magnolia's plight
floats down and fills the air.
One hears a cricket chirp it's warm and dry
behind it's flower pot.
While no one comes to meet and mend the fence
that time's forgot.
They're is no reason why I wake at dawn
other than to sink back into sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem