Rain falls like poetry.
The syllable of a droplet
Announced on the space
Where my hands should be.
There is an intrusive light
From the gutter below
Allowing me to outline
The moment you look away.
We've walked this road
For no reason;
This rancid road
that lures our feet
In different directions.
Rain falls like poetry. The syllable of a droplet Announced on the space Where my hands should be. the very first lines attracted me.. Rain falls like poetry. thank you dear Poetess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the New Moon is a great poem.