Beating of a melancholic drum on my tin roof
An ode to pain an sorrow of creation.
The orchestra of promise
Borne by the tears of god
Rain
A chaos of order.
As if a lucid dream
The promise of aeons
A fual to the etarnal green
Rain
My captor and torturer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem