The rain makes me weak
like it weakens the ears of wheat
bent down by the gray
surroundings are compelled to.
Bound to a strange delight
my bones get soaked in the strain
and It's blemished everything I put out
Poured out
Never take too seriously the hopes of spring
They will last till the desert dry summer.
Last year’s spring brought me an hope. Soon everything went wrong, no matter my efforts. That totally drained me... most part of my vital juice turned into dropping tears... and lots of rainy days didn’t help. This is the time around I’m better keep the lesson in mind. Here you are finally a new poem after almost an intire year of not being able to express myself through words, just this few lines back to last June. Time of many changes and you’ll hear about that soon