where were you
when it rained so
hard on that
friday night?
one thing for sure
you were not with me.
i had no umbrella and
i was in the middle of
the road where some
cars stopped for me
because i became so
transparent because
i was so wet like
hell and they all
evaded not to hit me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem