it's the golden hour
young duck swimming afternoon
hard rain patters down
the sun yet shines on
duck revelry in late bath
green river frolic
drought endured so long
but blooms and smiles are coming
I've had days like this
A very inspiring poem. So very true. It resonates with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful..... magnificent expression