when i wake up this morning
the rain just poured bringing with it
strong winds and
noise
have i changed my senses?
have i switched perceptions?
was it not just a while when i thought
rain as a poem of counted meters and
ringing rhyme?
what have you done to me? Age,
are you a cruel friend?
the rain has moved from tree to window
and its drops have stepped on the floor by the open door
and they are not welcome anymore.
have i not revealed to you the secret of my longing?
is this rain hiding something from me?
why have you not arrived from the distance of this love?
i miss the night and the candle light
i wish to hear what you have been saying to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem