The rains come and wash away
the happy gleam inside my eyes
and darken them with their
gray clouded blanket.
Another three months
of deeply felt loneliness.
I will sink with in the
precipitated mud
where my self-esteem
shall dwell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice write Cokbod, very well written, but I hope you pick yourself up out of that mud soon, although it is supposed to be very good for the skin! Enjoyed the read very much. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX