Looking out my hospital window, I see puddles of rain formed across the desert.
Brown desert dirt being flooded, because the ground can't absorb any more heavenly water.
So calm and beautiful, yet desolate and forlorn, much like me inside, sitting alone in this room, listening to Chopin, wishing I could be home writing.
Although, then I would've missed the scene outside my window and this poem would never have been written.
That is REALLY having a positive outlook! ! ! ! Hope you are feeling better Have wondered how you were but did not know how to reach you. Hope you are feeling better. Andare able to go home soon. Best Wishes, Sandra Feldman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our views always have a way of being with us I like it! Thanks for sharing!