the quiet beauty of
rain swept streets...
the deep sadness
in the lost stares
of people walking them,
no direction, nowhere to turn...
and the agony of the apathetic,
standing behind windows,
curtains closed,
who turn up the music
to drown out the rain,
and so, feel nothing at all!
excellent poem i like it....for its good flow..good theme....and for its siplicity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love watching the rain through the window With a hot pot of tea, or hearing it against the window as i'm falling asleep. Great poem.