Gloomy weather makes me nostalgic
It brings back past memoirs
Old familiar scents...the smell of an old scent
That used to say you are there.
The sound of the rain in the roof
Brings me back to thoughts of yesteryears
Scent of wet leaves and soil
Flashes back memories when you were around.
Rainy afternoon like this
Is as familiar as the feeling of having you
Cold but that soft touch of yours
Can bring warmth to my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ruby. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Thank you so much..i will read your poem...