'Just talk.. I'm here... I'm listening'
That's what you used to say
Then you stopped talking
And I stopped listening.
Listen to the rain
It tells our stories
Our lives
Our passion...
Our.
A word I could never use
A dream I could not dream
A life that stopped being told
By the rain.
Tears.
The tears are talking still
But I never listen anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the suspence in this, then the outcome.Truly a great work.Love Duncan