Today's dawn links tomorrows dawn
Falling leaves and Spring comes fast
The smell of dew in the earth
Then all will turn into rains
To blur the past, enough, or no?
Wipes away tears, she's standing under the rain
I'd lend her my shoulders
But perhaps an umbrella would be better
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a neat poem. I liked its deep meaning. Thanks.