Author Peter H. Lee Wearing hemp clothes in the coldest winter, wet with rain and snow in the cave, I have not had the sun, hidden by the clouds. But, yet, to see the setting sun brings tears to my eyes. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments