i read a poem
early this morning
i can't walk outside
since it is raining
the poem is all about
me
(but it could be
about you
too)
you write it and
i am deeply touched
the sun has not come
yet
the clouds still nowhere
to be found
the poem has a sound
more like the soft rain
that is still pouring
from night till morning
and for both us
i swear it is still
too comforting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem