When it rains,
When it rains endlessly,
Like the never-ending whirl,
Of the colossal world!
At that very moment,
All the memories of the past fly,
Like the butterflies around me,
I keep staring at the heavy raindrops then!
I feel like erasing all the memories from my brain!
Yet I also feel like letting them return time and again!
- Unrhymed Poetenry: Poems of Ten Lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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