When is that last glimmering ray of sunlight
shining in to illuminate that last corner?
When is that last piece that actually fits right
falling into place, the puzzle-joiner?
When is the last cloud leaving
the sky, so it's calm and blue?
When will that last needle stop weaving
to show a finished dress that's fresh and new?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem