It is a heavy rain, i am running fast, stamping my legs hard on the ground,
my lungs are striving for more breathe.
Far away there she is
holding an yellow umbrella with her firm fist and running away from me.
I caught her hand, she pushed me and ran away loosing my grip from hers.
I fell on the dirt, a drop of rain fall on my forehead and rolled down to eyes leaving me a signal to cry.
No, No I didn't weep I Didn't Weep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its something like catch me not...or catch me and get my love...my dove