the water on the pail
has overflowed
now you must feel
the coldness too
the rain will be heavy
and it will fall for nights and
days and the road will be
flooded again
this time no child will play
boat in the water
women with black umbrellas
will pass on the streets as
though nothing happened
life is like that
even the vine with nice flowers
are pruned
the trellis sometimes do not
want any tendrils
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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