Just like the seasons,
Even you all had your reasons.
You came, You went.
Just as if you were God-sent.
You brought the rain,
& took my pain.
You brought the sun,
& were always fun.
We didn't do much,
yet were as close as such.
Alone, and bare
I await the rare
visits of you all,
where we will all just,
have another blastful ball!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem