When will the sun rise again
In my life soaked by the rain?
Though life is soaked by the rain, the sun will always appear after dawn, like at the end of the tunnel is always light, Your short poem get me pondering about my own life. Excellent words, Rev.Bernard Sir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has its merit. I think the lines pair well. The whole thing makes sense, both factual and poetically.