گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This morning he walks
The silent ground
Gazes upwards
And sees nothing
But can you blame him
The child
Watching the leaves
That fall down
Trying to make it all out
Depressed winds
Shrouded silence
Forgive me my absence
Just cannot understand
A thought suit in words
These lamenting raindrops
On the golden staircase
