There is a ruined residence
It is old and lacks elegance
It is the house where I was born
So for me it has relevance
I like to walk by it each morn
But yesterday I could have sworn
As the sun stopped the storm brewing
It was not so old and forlorn
It was no longer a ruin
On the roof some doves were cooing
And a family was inside
It was a sight I found moving
On this long ago scene I spied
With sad feelings that it had died
The house again ruined, I cried
And walked away in a quick stride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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