You can feel before it rains,
the moisture in the air.
A feeling of warmth and eccstacy.
Leaves me feeling content.
It is an always happiness
to puncuate the cold.
This air is my companion,
the feeling of a beginning,
with no mistakes of holes,
nothng yet to lose, and everything to gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem