The grey sky turns bright
The dark clouds wander elsewhere
splashes no longer fight
the scent of soil gets severe
The trees are waffing aside
the leaves fly out of sight
In the daydream I glide
returning to the light
Creaky windows I stare at
Cracked floor I stand on
Water trickles down to the mat
The day keeps moving on
returning to the light, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you mr. Mishra... I really appreciate your comment.