Heavily, it rained cats and dogs, yesterday,
Suddenly, I cannot hear the cicadas.
The rains had swept off on the forest-way.
The empty cups are stored on verandas.
In the forest, the air, it feels to me cool.
Autumn wind blows with the smell of coffee.
The students urge to go to school.
The clouds float and flow, to go at free.
(Aug.2021, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem