Open the umbrella and breathe clear air
Hearing a falling voice that doesn't cry
My feelings as flat as the black clouds above
I don't understand but this worries me
Everything is wet and makes me cold
But it remains beautiful simply
Not perfect because it's still hurts
From the sky that gives off a blue hue
Watery drop place,7 February 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Nisrina.Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.