it is no longer about living or dying,
but merely falling like rain...
on the good and the evil,
the wanted and unwanted,
on both the poor and the rich.
on the man, the woman, and the child,
the stray dog, and the empty field.
on the broken, the wounded,
and the sorrowful...
falling, without restraint!
nice poem. good ideas. Please feel free to comment and rate my poems. Thank you
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I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, love the opening two lines.