love within the heart
is like the rain inside a cloud;
no single soul's intended for it's blessing...
but belonging, - sweet belonging!
is indeed a different thing!
like as snow belongs to winter,
gentle showers to the spring.
or like a kite it's flight must owe,
beholden to the string.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short but so evocative....Lovely read! TO