the night is raining
quietly
further away
Â
I'm standing
in front of my window
naked
nothing to hide
Â
I feel some raindrops
burning my eyes
my cheeks
my chin
Â
somewhere
there's a light
people are surviving
Â
somewhere
far away
Â
maybe
Â
it's you
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Comments (7)
efron_241
Reminds me of Dance Valley.. a great House Party in NL every year !! Thanks for putting this online
XoxoTree
Very well done image and poem. :)
pixart1
Dirk - great you post poems again!!!
razzell2
i dig the poem. im trying to search for it, see where it comes from, but cannot find it. did you write this? very cool
algra
Splendid!
meico
Mountains, valleys are mirror images of each other in profile. I am a product of valleys among mountains and know that each of these self-contained troughs eventually reach down to the clear air and horizons of the sea. We have the choice to take this route or clamber aimlessly over each false ridge of hope. This was a powerful and seminal piece of poetry. Thank you. Mike
ErikArocho
In return to your inspiring praise on my own. I viewed your gallery to be awestruck by your incredible art talents. And even more so by your literary talents! Well done. This one especially is a favorite. Erik