...just thinking...'A silent ebony nightstill no fear, no frightcoase I am not aloneThere is someone who is known.They are the tiny drops from the sky.who are so pure that they connot denyThey quitely listen to all that we say then, touch the earth or vanish in a bay.I love to walk in the raincause no one can feel my pain.No one can see me crycause tears mix with them and finally die.'Written by Mondal.
...just remembering...Raindropson a windowslowly slide downlike tearson cheeks.It leaves a markone can erasewith a tissue.But glass withstandsa huge amount of rain.My faceis all used upby tears.Is it the salt in themthat deepens the wrinklesand burns, anew, the wound?Written by Claude.
Hans - Mondal writes so beautifully of the rain's companionship, sharing, hiding and healing our pain through the night.Merci!
Now, what a surprise. :) What a lovely surprise.Dear Hans, dear Claudia,thank you very very much.
Sean, you're welcome.Used to write poems until a publiser saw my work and wanted to publish it...I was frightened, as a stone...and I wrote maybe 4 or 5 poems more and stopped..I was 24.))Since I'm good in 'misleading' people they offered me a job in advertisement, the rest is history.)Beautiful poem dear Claude!Cordiales salutations VotreHans