I stand by the drizzling drops
Under the shadowy shade
Of the veiled moon,
As the earth breathes
And her pride goes up and down,
She sought drops so long,
Thus it rains.
She breathes heavy, a satisfied sigh;
Mona Lisa smile on her face,
Gleeful and gay, and
As the drops gather brothers
Her eyes close
And her arms wide open
Ready to embrace.
When the drops are tired
She would smell of dreams,
Then I will stand no more,
With those dreams I will fly,
In her scent I will drown, till spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cool poem......really grt....grt imaginations dude.....kp penning