I love rain
For it washes away
The dusts that cling to
Leaves and flowers
And walls and carpets
And bring it to the place
I will be sleeping, may be
In a short time to be
A bag full of dusts myself.
A beautiful poem, but with sad ending. In a short time to be A bag full of dusts myself.
Washed with the water of mortality. well done my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That the rain keeps forever the hydration of a soul so sweet....PEACE