it is raining here
in the countryside
behind you the mountains
at the other end the sea.
it is raining here but
slowly and the trees are
singing with its leaves.
it is time to forget the
city and time to reflect
what is the meaning of life
where am i really heading?
soft winds, and slow rains
calm roofs, and cold floors
inside this room silence
reigns like a queen
big windows open to possibilities
four doors are giving you choices
which one is going to be closed
and which one is going to be opened
the paths out there are advertising
choose me, i am endless, choose me
i am not crooked, choose me i am
leading to your happiness.
it is raining here and the earth breathes
and the skies are speaking in voices
a song perhaps, or a murmur ahhhhh
it all depends on your decision.
the paths out there are advertising choose me, i am endless, choose me i am not crooked, choose me i am leading to your happiness. Oh the paths as they lay. QtR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the country side behind mountain you have seen rain. In such natural condition choosing the path of real happiness with each breath is nice ever. A brilliant poem is excellently penned.