The window, its open...
baby can't you see.
The rain, its falling...
tearing down on me.
The sun, its shinning...
a rainbow is forming.
The smell of nature...
and its major beauty
things we al should enjoy...
insted of this....
we all hide away.
The sunlight, its too bright...
the rain, doesn't hide my pain...
The darkness, its alone...
the brightness, its a grown...
baby can't you see?
its not healthy for you or me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm...I like it. It is very premature though, and I do believe you could add to this or make some random contextual alterations and make this even better than it is. But please keep doing what you are doing, I do like your style.