Now I am lost
And the rain falling
Does not touch me
It falls around me
Bright,
White
Light.
I am lost and I shelter from
The storm
The leaves pulsate
With increasing anxiety
And I am drenched
I am well and truly lost
But I like it
All the dreams I ever had
Are mirrored like diamonds
In all who walk
Filled with rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem