A little ladybird sitting on the top of a low tree casts a shadow on the rose.
A dew drop tear rolls down the petals, a helpless fall
The soil gets wet, but the tear does not relieve its thirst.
Then there is a bit of rain, a bit of sun and the scene is filled with joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo Aufie Bravo!