We were kids once
and longing for
individuality, so
important to us in
the moment. Then
when the days arrive like
rain on thirsty people
we can learn from
those hours,
drinking to chase away pain
isn't the way, but the
drain to go down in
let those futures rise
in you; rainbows
are only seen by those with keen eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem