the rain falls down
icy cold against her skin
her hair dripping wet
soaking wet.
passers run by her
tears rolling down her cheeks
her nose sniffling
hushed by the scattering footsteps.
she wraps her arms around herself
hugging
looking up at the dark grey sky
she screams.
no one knew who she was,
no one knew she was there
because she wasnt
she was dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so she was a haunting soul. well penned.