Unseasoned rain, full of pain,
Dust: solid and sad: lost reign
Laugh turned to grief; loosing,
I drenched with shower,
No umbrella to be a roof,
Sudden clouds, hoops after hoop,
Hovering clouds rained and gone,
Shining Sun, the hope lone,
Dried garments and the soul
Fantastic speculation and nice description. I like this. Many thanks.
Beautiful lines. Let the sun of hope shine on after every shower. Good write.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hovering clouds rained and gone, Shining Sun, the hope lone, Dried garments and the soul - - - well written