during the first rain fall...
it is going to forget...
the old wooden bench in that park...
is going to forget all about us...all...
all the songs, unsung...
all the poems unwritten...
during the first rain fall...
Ah, but beautiful spring days will bring songs, poems and more back to the bench
all the unsung songs, all the unwritten poems... and the rainfall............ very nice poetic imagination..... very much romantic in sense......... thank you dear poetess. you have written in simple words lofty poetic ideals....... thank you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing, Haleh.