I drink rain like wine,
feel every sound
hot like street music
in summer,
dance beneath the light by her house
to make her sleep all night,
happy,
though if she dreams
it is of him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine write... Keep it up.. I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too... Naila