Once upon that old green hill
I waited alone in the rain
Then, I cursed that bleak grey hill;
Now, I would buy it back with pain
One yellow mango
A slice of the sun for me
One fistful of glee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Hibah Shabkhez. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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