In the pouring rain
I long for words to pour
Ideas to metamorphose into calligraphy
So that blank pages of our love
could be filled in indelible ink
The pages on which a stubborn silence
has spread like a carpet with a lifetime warranty
In the pouring rain
Solitude longs to break its handcuffs
And merge with pitter patter of freedom.
In the pouring rain Solitude longs to break its handcuffs....your way of expressing is just fabulous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I apologise for not reading this then. However, it is Brilliant