Sitting under a tree
I write a poem about our love
When the dark clouds pour
Some cool rain and soak me from above
Sitting under a tree
I remember you and feel sad
I write a poem of our parting
How you left me in spring and I went mad
Sitting under a tree
I have written so many poems
About broken hearts and happy love
About naughty lovers and sweet flames
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem