Winter 's cold
Autumn' s leaves
Summer 's warmth
The chill of spring
And what do we see?
What do we feel?
The abyss in a sea?
A colour-less wheel?
The coolness of wind
The freshness of water
The heat of fire
The nurture of earth
And how do we know?
Just how do we hear?
When tears start to flow?
When harm is drawing near?
The sadness of thought
The promise of dawn
The stillness of night
The colors of the morn
And so we do know
As plainly as we see
And so we do feel
As loudly as we hear
in monotonous tones
In a mediocre of songs
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matthewedanolivernpalma-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem