you don't need to be with someone at that moment
it's intimate
too intimate
maybe
a little breeze will be all you" ll need
like a kiss on your chin
or forehead
I would prefer calm rain
as if
someone still will want to cry for me like in the old days
like when people were dressing up in black
caring neatly folded handkerchiefs
a dream
lost in thought
chin dropped to chest
clumsily will take it out
to shed a tear
then
bent like a willow
will leave
but
if the sunrise
the sunrise will come down with me
when the birds pour forth their song
and the thick grass breathes the sleep of first lovers
or
maybe
late rains will come on their own
in the winged world will come
for the thirsty one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem