Little drops fall from the night time sky
Tears that glisten upon the windowpane
Tiny treasures from the heavens that cry
A thousand small voices calling my name
Whispering for me to keep my hopes high
'For you are not alone in this lonely game'
And I hold back the tears and swallow a sigh
With the thought that someone is feeling the same
And so i stare out the window and i try and i try
To have as much hope as the heavens have rain
Don't give up Kamryn you'll find love someday wonderful poem though. Great work.
love gives hope and works on hope...with elevation to a higher plank becomes bliss...great poem
very romantic, quite hopeless and that's love. savour it with heartbreak, or anything. love is great. john
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very beautiful narration of optimism against pessimism.