I am always stored up in a cloud with others
I fall screaming thinking of death
Sometimes hitting the ground
Sometimes hitting the glass
Then crying
I feel alone...
Scared
As I fall
Not knowing
What will happen
I fall into a puddle becoming one...
One happy family
But I am not
I want a friend to find
But I am the only one in the pale blie sky
Alone...Scared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whisper of a drop, good poem, I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.