In a world of pain,
Eyes weep more abundantly
Than an April rain.
I’m searching
For a geranium path
Where I can breathe perfume
And kiss her hand,
Find myself in awe
To touch her yellow skirt.
I wish we both had sunlight and coffee,
Apple pie from a city bakery,
And that we were smiling
Like we never smiled before.
'Eyes weep more abundantly Than an April rain' I thought was a great choice of words that were peiced together nicely!
WOW...I am ever so glad to have your name pop back up on posting list..this is a wonderful poem.
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I would like to translate this poem
More sunshine than rain in this beautiful, positive poem. Shine on, Uriah. Warmest regards, Sandra