O, Dew— the lovely mercy of the Lord,
For me, for you, for us.
The dew strokes both young plants and the old ones,
My Dew strokes me now!
Alas! I am now dry.
wow! it's perfect dear dude, especially the voice of Alas while seeing dews! really nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It really lovely write, a hopeful, beautiful and inspiring for many souls! keep it up _Unwritten Soul