…While it lasts
And then people move on
Leaving behind new seasons…
…u see the sky
Only when the leaves have turned brown and gone
The green - so lush and thick, always kept the harsh rays of reality away…
… what about a new dawn
Perhaps a repeat of the same old tale
New seasons interest me no more - but they come anyways…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem