The late afternoon sky sympathize,
With your tears and disappointments;
As one heart melted with contrition,
Wish for something to return your smiles.
Immediate words of sympathy:
“Stop crying, I’ll buy you ice cream”
A foolish thing to say to the one you dealt pain.
But I never thought I’ll work.
As the mist from the skies falls down on us,
We shift from stall to stall;
Holding hands; warmth in spite of the rain,
Till we ended up in a familiar plain.
A cold sundae in a cold Friday,
But cold isn’t present on that day;
As two warm hearts fill everything with gleam,
What do you expect would happen then?
August 5,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem