when nature cries your name
you'll see the rain
as it falls in patterns
of beauty and grace
a world in a droplet of water
she ripples of misfortune
falling from the heavens
swept out the weak
into her sea of lies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one. It wont let me post this comment with less than 20 characters, so here is some more.