Pit. Pat. Slap. The rain goes. Shwish. Shwash. Whoosh. The wind blows. Tick....Tick.....Tick......Times running out. Wipe your face. Redo your make up. Hurry! Before anyone see's you. You look up into the mirror and freeze.....Your reflection. The light shining to bright. The door swings open. Too late. 'Oh hunny why are you crying, your always so happy? ' You laugh. Sniffle. 'Sometimes I just need to cry.' You smile and walk away. Pit. Pat. Slap. The rain goes. Shwish. Shwash. Whoosh. The wind blows. Tick.....Tick.......Tick...........Time ran out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really good read and an original way of writing. Thanks.