the flowers are dying
the trees are sighing
you must be lying
they get you
because of the things they do
the trees and flowers,
they know its nothing new
they waves grow higher
as the lightning starts fire
all in rhythm like a choir
now the rain starts here
it's all to fear
as a dropp rolls down my face
as a tear
then it all goes away
with nothing else to say
because you said you're here to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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