A picture.
A texture.
A mixture.
It gives pleasure.
That leaves green look black after the rain;
The sky reddish, orange after crying and feeling some pain.
After that rainy evening and sunset
Everything smells good and is wet.
You breathe in that fresh air which transferred to the mind
To give you the feeling of accomplishment no one can ever hide.
That reddish orange evening sky,
And dark green black leaves:
They all try to perform the moment of unity,
They go into each other, not trying to compete,
But finding the other, can make them complete.
They paint the image of integrity-
The sky and each leaf-
They tell you that there is hope
For you to surrender, to believe,
That one day, your life, yourself,
Is gonna be heavenly achieved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if you are talking about that day then let me tell you i can never see it the way you did, what an eye you see the world with! !