Paint the sky a darker hue
You steal the light of a summer day new.
Cast the outside a desolate feel
You, with a whisper, do change the view.
Beyond the heavy sheen, a voice sounds and sings.
A familiar tune, an alien song.
Echoed in leaves and eaves profound.
Lips brushing my ears,
A hair escapes out of bun.
It conjures me a dream
A dream of a dripping lilac and a soaked gown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem