When hearing the rain and looking my window pane of the wee hours I see a whole new tomorrow for when the sun will shine again and your but always look to yesterday to as a reminder tomorrow is connected to yesterdayt
Looking through your window pan and observing rain gives nice feeling. This nourishes creativity. Brilliant poem is shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a beautiful poem, Carlin. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks