SONG Poem by Nachoem M. Wijnberg
SONG
Not long ago
it rained hard,
not long ago
it got dark.
I didn't go on
until it had stopped,
so I had to wait
until it stopped.
I heard the rain
fall from great heights
and could have sat
outside on the grass.
The rain as a crown
on my head, or
as if I hadn't yet begun
and got to say when.
Like in a song:
once and once again,
afraid it has changed
or remained unchanged.
Well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme. A beautiful creation. thanks for sharing Nachoem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/21/2024 4:43:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Rain is always a good subject in a poem.