Sunny glorious
you were like the weather
enveloping me in blue
pleading: “Please…believe me...! ”
So, I believed in you.
But, like the weather
you changed
and so it comes to pass
I hear
in Winter
the hollowness
of your laugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can we become sunshine or rain, blue skies or stormy weather? If so, in that case, you are right...and the hollowness of cold laughter is Winter....personified! !