“E” knew it would rain,
“Y” doubted it all morn
what took her to where the father lay
while the mother remembered
it was her anniversary
made the spirits sprinkle on them
jewels of showers of joy of tears
marshes and swamps brought their smiles
the dew that lay in the flowers
nursed the words in their hearts
in the skeins of rain from her eyes
she took the Ring with the song
I do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hit me like a song.