On the other bank of a lonely river
There is a solitary home
Blue trees surrounded by
An iconic stone in front
deep inside, trembling with its sigh
I can hear her cry
I've to go there, friends,
Forgive me, goodbye!
I can hear her cry I've to go there, friends, Forgive me, goodbye! LOVELY....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is amazing solitary home in this imagery shared very wisely. Very interesting poem shared really....10