The autumn rain is on it's way.
I hope it washes away my pain.
Tomorrow, the clocks will go back
And the days will be bleak and dark.
Then winter will arrive. Its white
Cloak of silence will cover earth;
Until the rebirth of spring's light,
Which I welcome, for what it's worth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem