Dark days bring forth the rain
As I trudge through the mud again
I'm awaiting the new day
When the sun will return I pray
The same song repeats in my head
Each line sung again instead
And the pattern repeats each time
As I convince myself all in fine
Is this all that was left of the dream
When it is not blessed instead
Fall into line form on the right
Making it look so tight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
rain has gone far away rain will come very soon in the cradle of nature Sun has set down Sun will rise very soon on the breast of sky moon has covered its face moon will discover itself very soon in womb of night dark you've gone, gone far away tearing the nexus of my love you have to come very soon in my enamorred inn of heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem and deep writings...9/10