Time it is for a summer too long
Lay down dear shadows in dials of Autumn
Dusk on the bushes so green and strong
On the cake of grass unwoven at bottom
That song of Hope sung loud that Cur
Those strokes of Fire on his shaft so crazy
In the parasol hid that lovely black fur
A thirst of aqua quenches that daisy
As the winds sail on ships of speed
With the rains of hope in rails ahead
As the drops of splash on windows precede
"I come to you dear Mother" she said! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem