It's raining outside
and flooding my smoky
and burdened mind.
It's raining,
and I don't know
from where the
clouds have covered
my sunny slates!
Witchery of a black
and two white headless
witches have taken
the sun away, away
from my blue!
Beauty isn't in color,
beauty isn't in eyes.
Beauty I never have
seen which never dies!
The mind with the
aroma of heaven
hasn't ever praised me.
Envy is their cup
of tea, and they torment
the cloudless me.
It's raining inside
it's raining in my heart.
Will anyone please
can stop the falling
with blow of your love?
Loves warm breath escapes my being, accept it, and know, life is worth seeing! I only offer that which I am, Be the love, feel the love, see the love, madame
let the rain drops fall into your mind And cool the sunny state into loveable blues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It rains within and without....! The heavy clouds shed their grief in the form of rain drops and the mind unburdens through tears and sighs! A mind with the aroma of heaven is more beautiful than any other beautiful object.... but hardly anyone sees its beauty.... that is why the mind is in pain.... great write! ! Be consoled.... time will reveal the beauty! !