The rays of the sun was too much scorching But I was standing here On the other side of the road Hoping that when the rain comes You will offer me your hand And we will dance together With the sound of the raindrops falling Just like before
Hours passed, then the day ended Little drops are starting to fall Not from the sky But from my eyes
How many days and nights will I stand here Before I can hold your hand again*?
Just another sad poem. Melancholy is my muse nowadays.