I ran across the field at breakneck speed
My feet a blur through tears I shed
A fleeting glimpse of grass so green
A carpet of cushions amidst sodden turf
So much rain washing away the things I love
Sweeping aside all in its path
Damaging lives without mercy
Expecting us to show resilience
To rebuild
Until the next time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem, especially the green grass. I can feel it. I invite you to read my poems also