THE LEAF
The leaf rolls with the wind....
With the wind,
It rustles with pain.
Turned brown and pale....
The rain falls on the leaf,
On the leaf,
To make her green with its dew....
GREEN SILENCE
@Ami J
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The wine, pain, pale, dew on the green leaf.......... very fine imaginations simple and touches the heart of the reader. thank you dear poetess. tony