(Outside)
Rain plays softly against the window glass
a lullaby in A minor,
sings its song of comforting to old men
walking past with umbrellas -
now-faded memories on leashes stained
yellow by dreams long behind them.
(Inside)
Rain plays softly against the window glass
a requiem in A minor,
sings its song of mourning to the lover
(aching hope is her umbrella)
whose unleashed dreams lay huddled and aware
in the empty chair beside her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisite, clever and gut-wrenching.