Wind blows, rain drops
Whistle, drip, splash, drop
Tears fall, heart bleeds
Only the wind knows my needs.
Wind groans, panes rattle
When it stops will it matter?
Who cares, who bothers?
Rain drops fall on others
Wind, rain, darkness, light
Lying here who knows my plight?
Should I stay, or should I go?
Like the rain how do I know?
When the storm begins to die
Perhaps i'll understand quite why?
Gone the wind and gone the rain
Perhaps I'll start to live again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work, Rosie! ! : D