The lost willows and osiers, were once
A shady home for dragonflies.
Now, the emptiness is palpable.
As it always does, time has passed,
Change has happened, and will again.
The thrumming fall of the Snipe
Awakes me from my reverie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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