Let it rain
Let it fill to the brim
Let it flow without interruption
Tied up and turned into a lake
Slipped down inside
Filled in cracks and spread
In the wombs of the earth
Let it be water of life
Infinite, immeasurable
Without anyone knowing.
Will you come
To dig it out?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice metaphor, love is like the rains to make the soil soft, only then flowers spring. a lovely poem.