And, of course
Rain dabs summer's pane
And, of course
Kisses extinguish their flame
And, of course
Your holiday scuds so fast
While those tiny twitches
Are guaranteed to last
And, of course
We repeat what others may say
As day becomes another day
And, of course
Everything must run its course
Except when her face
Makes us sigh
Of course...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem