Showers of interior feelings come pouring down, draining
skies of tears hidden inside clouds of the past, looking
for a way to enter the present and future.
Ready and waiting for the forecast as life continues to
swim into corners of darkness, hoping to find their way,
eventually in depths of rhythms silent musings.
Keeping order in fascinating rhythms as they float, stand-
ing aside when sensing they needed to, a curious, tender
moon as it shines upon young lovers that always seem to
find and hold onto joy and happiness when together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem