saw you yesterday
You were kissing the wind
The sun was on your face
It was raining on my face
The sun shined brightly upon me
But without a trace
I was going to ask you for an umbrella
But I realized that you were the umbrella
And I knew you wouldn't cover me
Uncovered and exposed
Tears sliding, imprinting on my nose
The wind took you away but it left a scent
I tried to inhale the past
Memories here, time gone to fast
No time to mourn lost love
Here comes the storm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice prose, it made my brain dance