You are a Poetess -
Don’t linger and remain.
Perhaps you know the way of dance-like falling rain:
It pours whilst cleansing dainty dreams of heaven
As circled sprays are crushing over ground
And in the unison of hope and beauty,
Memories bygone
Those drops from clouds are knocking gently
In clear sound of specks’ “ding-dong”.
In virtuality of passions
Is carried out events’ bright ringing;
That rain, which is knocking tuneless to the beat of restless heart,
Which is for years conducting sensual gesture
And is rushing to determine desire of a burning heart
Of a Woman by the name of Poet!
translated 1 June 2019