Hope smells like rain,
falling in hot summer,
a little drop dripping down the face,
making you sway.
Hope feels like tears,
leaving the corner of the eye,
touching the cheeks,
kissing the lips.
Hope seems like a lil kid,
walking for the first time,
lil feet but giant step,
towards her mom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem