I hear the falling rain
and I fell as if the night
it flooding me
with all sorrows of unknown people,
I open the window
to see someone,
and the murmur of raindrops
on the roofs
it seems leftover minutes
of some lives,
a twinkle it rattles the clouds,
I reach out to see my shadow
jumping to the path's quagmire
and it get lost
with all the absences
in the water slip up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Jones. Thank you very much,
Thank you very much for your comment, Jazib Cheers