The full rain
Sneaked up now
Lonesome me
Peering in
Window to
The dark past
Rick's far cry
From Dicky
Rich sitting
Observing
Trying hard
So damn hard
Not to cry
I'm ready now
To watch and cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the mind untamed sky of memory can remind the cloud hidden in thought of heart sometimes burst into tears oh it's raining for the past!
A creatively brilliant response. Love your poem, Mahtab!