On a drizzly morning
Many rains ago
I held an umbrella for you.
The sky opened up,
Brought us close,
Though not close enough
To live under one umbrella-
The painting is there
Seasoned by passing years,
Do you live to see it?
I would die for one more go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a gracious harmonious and humble piece of writing... refreshing and although simply laid out this hold much more... it is beautiful... tyvm karen..