I sit alone think,
In the after rain breeze,
Clouds travel in wind,
Like candy floss spinned
Leaning against,
Cold metal railings
Onto bare skin, I blurted oh jeez!
This weather's,
not quite for me,
For those others,
It's lovely they think
Under covers,
though shiver and sneeze,
They have darlings,
To cuddle and kiss
So, where art thou?
My knight or my prince
Come to me,
Bring me out of this dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Actually I felt it some thing philosophical and a nice poem.