The first dropp of rain
after a savage drought
is that which came with storm,
filling the thirsty earth
but batter it as well.
A fate that comes
in two extremes is lived
by a few I know,
mourning their ill states,
yet says, good morning!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, Melanie! we all live in a world of extremes, of duality, and living life to the full is all about embracing everything that it has to offer. Nice work! Jxxx