Rain
The clouds cry
and this sad rain
soaks my hair and my sins
as if the water wanted to run around my skin
and touch the land.
I want to find your hand.
As leaves weep
I feel the wind and the pain
of standing alone in the rain
on earth and sand
without your hand.
Paola, 1994
and this sad rain
soaks my hair and my sins
as if the water wanted to run around my skin
and touch the land.
I want to find your hand.
As leaves weep
I feel the wind and the pain
of standing alone in the rain
on earth and sand
without your hand.
Paola, 1994
Comments