Dreams like drops of rain rise in spaces
Then when they are heavy and blessed
They would come down to wash our faces
Dreams like rains evaporate in heaven
Then to earth they would come down
To clean the body and the soul
And wash away the dust of the town
Happiness for the rich and for the clown
good poem, i like it。 you wrote feeling and soul,short and let people felt different feeling! i want to translate this poem into chinese if you like it
It is my pleasure to have such a comment, Yan Feng. Thank you very much for these feelings.It is my pleasure to have my poem translated in Chinese do it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The metaphor here....this poem is a work of art. When dreams are ready, they materialize and appear on earth. And so it is with rain, when it is ready. A terrific poem.
Thanks, Lemon. You really make me very happy with such a comment.