terça-feira, 9 de maio de 2017
The first rain of autumn
The first rain of autumn
The first rain of autumn
in a wet gray monday.
Sadness and beauty compressed in tiny droplets.
So much held inside.
But every season has,
someday, to let go.
So a drop rolls over my window
as monday morning mourns
on the first day of autumn.
20/03/2017
Marcadores:
autumn,
English,
Literatura - Verso,
Non-portuguese,
poem,
rain
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