From the middle of my porch,
I see this dusk……..
Enclosed with shadowy clouds,
I let my hand touch the drops…
Which when fall, on an old blue shed…
Make sounds.... as gloomy as..
a song which..
a century ago was sung……
Cold lane sleepy and silent..
Street light as dim as a kerosene lantern
I look at sky and then look down….
Looking for something…
which through eyes can't be found..
a plant of Rose..
longing for the flower
wet leaves and wet ground..
even moon has left for a region so far..
Twilight is passing…
What in night's arms lies….
D same old thoughts..
pleasurable memory…
Life has a beautiful...
N unforgettable history..
Life certailny does have a 'beautiful and unforgettabe history ' Cherry and this is a lovely poem - - dreamy and atmospheric..... a 10 from Fay....
This is a wonderful poem basking in mother nature's elements. Life is definitely beautiful when we share it with our surroundings, and take in even the beauty of the rain. This is a vey picturesque poem with lots of vivid images, and reminds me of my poem, 'We Stood Outside In The Rain'. I rate this a 10+++++ and thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara
this is a lovely poem...... :)) very well pictured :)) visually very strong
LIfe has a beautiful and unforgettable history lovely and unique ending......meanigful piece...Thanks 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid imagination of rain... sweet poem though... ^-^