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'm 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