When the sun
comes out
it'll shine on you.
The rain has ruined
the roses,
the thrill of the bee
is gone.....
but your plaque
of grey granite
will endure all seasons,
as you did, endlessly.
Waf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should collaborate with Florence and The Machines and poem a song with her! I want to too sometime. But I could hear her singing some of your poems.
Thankyou, Julia, for your nice comment.