It's again a half light, as
Unknowingly it passed
Jotting down the idle page
Stirring my vacant past
'Larry' is sad today, for
One has made her choice
It might be a petrichor
But not ample to rejoice
You know nothing how it feels
Time will tell you quietly
The only thing this verse reveals
That I can wait infinitely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem