Early morning rain
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Rain taps upon the window
while the faint light of morning
lines the gap between curtains
a halo of pale blue illuminates
the darkness of the room
a cold beyond the duvet
invites a reason not to move
while tired eyes open and close
motionless I lay here listening
to the sound of the rain
like restless fingers drumming
upon the windowpane
in the early hours of morning
I lay awake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nvites a reason not to move while tired eyes open and close motionless I lay here listening.. Nice, , well written..