The days I walk under the rain
I feel a shadow, following me too
the minute I turn around
there I see a girl dressed in blue
her tears flows and shines
along with the rain drops, that
glides down her face
when my hands reach to wipe
she smiles and her face
slowly fades....
was this a dream...?
which happens to cross my eyes
or its true...?
that, someone walks beside me with cries
while I kneel
to touch the imprint, her toes
made on the roads
I see
her footprints changes into
petals of gothic rose
while keep watching
I see her image slowly erased
like we do on a sketched line
tears soaked smile of hers
looks like saying
it's okie, no worries I will be fine
from her smile, I get
collecting all the petals
will sure guide me to the world she lives
the moment I bend to feel the petals
I hear someone, whispering my name
and I go awaken from my sleep...
wow...such a lovely piece you're so creative your imagination is so superb... you have words to create such a lovely poem with pictures of every verses so vivid... really a lovely piece...sends a great impact i love the picture here: 'the moment I bend to feel the petals I hear someone, whispering my name and I go awaken from my sleep... ' so nice...impressive 10++++++ Lovelots, Maia
Hey Sebastine..this piece of ya is reflective of many beautiful things in you! ..She must be lucky to have you beside her when she cries in pain....very touchy..Wow what a gothic ending girl leaving goth like footprints and imagiantion flying high making it change into petals.....
TINE.... how lucky girl she was...? wish one of the sin...... Dreams sometimes truly happen.... believe me... if that sin cross in your life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the moment I bend to feel the petals I hear someone, whispering my name Rachel Ann Butler