I have opened your letter the mail man has left.
Rereading what you never read.
There is nothing to say, you've not said.
What I never said love was this.
Love once found is never lost.
White clouds in the sky and July has passed.
Purple lilies that bloom on mid summers pond.
Blowing the wind parts the moss.
Trees bend their boughs and leaves falling lost.
And on the bank I left the rest up to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem