All alone in the empty classroom he found,
A ripe breast in his right palm.
Rain spilled over the rusty window bars.
All alone in the lonely bus stop she found,
A long pale hand on her breast.
Rain still spilled over the rusty window bars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
doesn't read like lovers in the rain but eve-teasing in the rain!