Find me the rain,
Where you and I share our pains
Maybe our tears might turn into glare!
And I'd keep my promise to you
Or burn into our flares.
The time must have fled
Or we must be the one running,
It's our love that flies
Not the fear keeps turning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another example of your talent dear.Go ahead.Do not hurry.The future of a great poesy is yours!