Gentle Rain falls on my face.
the night creeps upon me,
the noise fading into silence.
a secret treasure upon my lips.
Away my heart goes,
yet its a simple mistake i make,
to believe its here to stay.
and so fades my hope
Like the darkness into light.
And in this dream of me and you,
i see that treasure over and again.
disappointment starts anew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem