There aren’t raindrops falling on my head no more
My dear drugged alcoholic friend
You spoke witful and sobering words into my existence
In amazement, I listened as you ate your greens
How did this come to be?
I listened to the wisdom of pretentious mates
Sought the elixir of forgetfulness in tainted wine glasses
In my sobriety, you actually spoke some sense to me
I shake the remanents of those raindrops
Life is not all gloomy and dark
Happiness is not far ahead, waiting to step up and greet me
when slender sheets of silver fall...Medea..its sounds veyt cool
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
esome and really soul touching sweet poem is this one..liked it