Poem: On a cloudy afternoon road
The road is empty, silent today,
The sky is covered with clouds,
The wind blows, touching the body,
How the mind stops when touched.
Somewhere in the distance, the melody of a song,
As heavy as rain,
Sounds fall between the leaves,
Waves rise in the house inside the mind.
The day is covered with gray clouds,
The face of a loved one floats in the eyes,
The sun disappears under the clouds,
Yet love remains lonely.
The shade of a tree on the side of the road,
The illusion of memory on the wet ground,
Hearing the sound of familiar footsteps,
Singing love in the mind.
The wind seems to bring its touch,
Calling the name with a soft voice,
The road listens to the silent song,
As if it were a gift of the melody of the heart.
This cloudy afternoon says,
Love never loses,
A mind wet with the smell of rain,
Still keeps someone's memory.
Gray shadows on the white stones,
A charm on the road,
As if it knows my pain,
Keeps the word of love silent.
Maybe someone will come walking,
Getting soaked in the rhythm of the rain,
Then I will wait silently,
Love will flow in a silent form.
A group of clouds on the horizon,
Tell the mind a secret fruit,
The one you want, may be far away,
Still it remains in the mind in tune.
There are stories in the dust of the road,
Dancing at someone's return, someone's departure,
Still hope is found on this path,
As if love returns in the rain's play.
Dew falls on the corners of the leaves,
My mind gets wet with an unfamiliar tone,
Every stain in the raindrops,
Your memory, my love.
I walked along this path one day,
I heard your smile in my ears,
Even today that echo plays,
As if you are near.
Behind the cloudy day,
Love does not hide in time,
The sun will come, life will be wet,
Still, this cloud keeps its value.
So walking on this path alone,
I keep my mind on you,
On cloudy days, silent times,
Love is still unwavering.
Don't forget, my dear,
The road is covered with memories,
Even if you are not there, my heart knows,
Your touch still pulls.
When the storm comes, the path gets wet,
Still the mind does not stop, Roy wakes up and laments,
The stream of love flows on the road,
As if the heart has reached its end.
A soft song plays in the sky,
That afternoon covered in clouds,
You were, you are still today,
Love remains in your dress.
So on this gray road,
I keep my mind, lonely,
Even if you are not there, love remains,
Your loving shadow in the cloudy sky.