It's midnight, I'm here, under rain, it's dark
It's cold, I hope,
I wish, I want, what?
I desire tomorrow!
I want good news,
I feel cold, my feet are wet,
I'm shaking but not because of chill,
But of fear, yet not of darkness,
Fear from bad news,
I'll die if I hear that once again by herself.
It's raining, it's cold,
The sky is crying for me,
My dear sky is yelling for me,
My sky is screaming for me,
My sky loves me only!
A flash! My sky makes me hopefull for the next day,
By a blink.
I'm alone here,
My eyes are wet as my face is,
My sky says, 'No! Don't cry! '
I feel calm, but again bad feelings choke me!
My sky shouts and blinks once again,
I love my sky mutually,
He really loves me, a sympathetic pal,
O, my sky, you're better than all fair-weathers,
Who are surronding me and my life,
I don't need them, I want her,
I am not aware of my fate, my destiny,
Not sure of tomorrow!
My sky's weeping more and more,
He slaps my cheeks with his tear-drops!
What my sky wants to say?
I clean my face with my innocent hands,
It's too cold here, too gloomy,
My sky makes me breath, and I do, a deep one!
I feel fresh, I feel the grasses in pavement,
I feel the wet cats beside walls, even worms under soil
It's too late,
I must rest,
To have sweet dreams,
Till the end of the dawn.
Thursday, August 23, 2012