am beneath raspberry tree
they've grown much taller
still sings magnifisense
grass overgrown; my knee
brooks gone; i can't see
but when i close my eyes
i can feel your presence
sky would pour and shine
birds sing and so as mine
no ears, no mind; wasting
to tick of time; waiting
for rain to wash my shoes
hide my tears from swallows
those fleeting wings knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, the awaited ecstasy is well depicted bringing freshness into thoughts.....10