Morning rain, pure and holy
At seven
When birds stop their chirping
The winds blowing
Shedding leaves
The trees drench
A new beginning
With goodness and mercy from above.
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I would like to translate this poem
A new beginning With goodness and mercy from above. you spread always goodness in your poems. what i like is your simplicity........ th a nk u dear poet. tony