darkness and fear
overwhelm the thoughts
as the drops draw near
cold and heavy blobs
slowly they descend
slowly leaving marks
on my dusty face
clearing up the spots
here and there
leaving it's perfect touch
this is a thing of God
and cannot be changed much
it reigns
as does hope
as does joy
as does pain
each in its own little domain
like these tears
soft but hot
heavy as they slowy fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem