She is falling to the earth,
She became cool and wet,
girl turns up after bath.
Seven colours on me,
seven sound of music
my violin plays for you.
The fast you reach down,
and ebb to earth, no more
Don’t go! I will play the violin
for you, only to you, but
you gone yawning and yawning
and I can’t pat, but
I see you are sleeping in soil
IP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The emotions of rain, mixed with life the soil.