it rains
it is far from what i guess
the road has become
one empty
platform
people run away
and then it makes me
really happy
it rains
and those who are afraid of the water
are separated from those
who have no fears
of getting wet and of being alone
of filling an empty street and be counted as
an ostrich
it rains
and the room shall be filled with people
of runaways
who want shelter
it rains and people get divided
and people know each other
and people make decisions
and the rain makes the sound
there is sorrow
but no one cares to listen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem