after the rain
the whole night
when you wake up
the following morning
what you see is
a glistening world
fresh leaves that
cover the trees
new mushrooms sprout
on the footpaths
you breathe and
fill your lungs
with all the newness
of this life
barefoot you take
the walk on the grass
feel the dewness of
every filled blades
who cares about friends
and umbrellas and
raincoats and
fears and pretenses?
solitude is cool
to the call of the pool
undress sorrow
prepare to make love
tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem