Would it be easy if winter was warmer,
Snow came down in summer so hot?
Would we realise the worth of a rainfall,
Would the wait be worth a shot?
I stand against a well lit wall,
I stare at a void dark blind
My puny thorns are growing inwards,
Don’t look at them if you be so kind
Sooner or later, I will flourish!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem