On the roof
Sitting, thinking
Quiet, peaceful
Rain falling steadily
A distant train in the background
This is my dream
The place I like to relax
The place I feel free
Free to just be myself
I can sing in the rain if I like
I can listen to the neverending train until it blends into the rhythm
The rhythm that is true peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem