when the rain falls
and the wind blows
it will never be the same
the smell of the rain
falling on your face
dripping down like a tear
a tear of regret and misery
saying good bye
knowing your everything is now nothing
the leaves changing color
time for the end of their life
no more warm sunny day
only cold filled hearts
beautiful writing. the poem is talking about loss but it's like hemingway, a play on words. i really enjoyed reading it. thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very natural feel, lovely writing style.