Seasons have no reasons
These come and go,
In these he, you and I do
How much we do and know
With the muse of storing hays
For the life and the soul
For now and then
And for now and then.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/18/2017
A fabulous little write with substantial sense.loved it.. congratulations..!!
Seasons have no reasons These come and go, In these he, you and I do How much we do and know With the muse of storing hays For the life and the soul For now and then And for now and then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With the muse of storing hays! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.