The bud tilts a little more
It takes more time to
Bloom into a flower;
The clouds do not gather
And hold any rain
To pour a fresh shower;
You are not there since
Long and no one knows
Where you have gone
The moon is looking fade
Stars shedding tears
And light is lost in the sun.
@Tiku 19/06/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem