On a rainy day,
I watched droplets
Running down the window,
And wager on which
Will be first to reach the sill.
They mearge with each other,
To speed the way,
The one that gathers most,
Is allways first to stay.
Another allways fills it's place,
This is a race,
A train gathering memory,
Taking us somewhere
That we can't face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful nature poem 10