Walking in the rain
I stopped to gaze
into the puddle
reflecting a haze
Your face smiled back
beckoning mischief
sailing ships
rescuing ants
careless and free
giggling and goading
images of childhood
flashed before my eye
a tear escaped
the heart let out a sigh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful.. Read it several times... Great.