Last night......
Someone came
And knocked my door,
I thought
He was from the dead world,
So I didn't open the door,
But this morning....
When I open my door,
I find the precious footprint
Of a living soul at the threshold,
Soon I realise my vital mistake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The precious footprint must be followed suit. A wonderful poem. Top marks!