Somewhere far away
over the oceans wide,
while the daylong rain,
pelting at first,
has softened
into a slow dirge
and continues to paint
the windows
heavy with mixed emotions,
as the day draws
to a close,
somebody is wrapped up
in a movie whose
once-upon-a-time is
“I once had a farm in Africa.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem