The rain fell with no sound,
But the songs of the depressed.
The songs then ebbed away,
To be replaced with Death.
As the raindrops continued,
All hopes are gone.
All will submit to the dark,
All life is now a yawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all will submit to the dark, True and true. I invite you to read my poems and comment.