Sometimes, on rainy days, i stare out the
windows; the shadows play
tricks.
I see happier times,
when we were decent to each other.
Yellow flowers, blue skies, I blink
and then the rain
looks like tear drops on a glass pipe,
or dragons rising in the bowl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rain makes imeges come alive and awakes memories, hopes and fears. Excellent poem!