On empty streets;
An umbrella
Keeps me dry
And lets my feet
Take me places
Far from trouble
And curious gazes.
You can’t walk away
From pain I know
But you can hide
In rain,
Though puddles
Have eyes
And wink at me sly
A million irises
Won’t determine
My inner yearnings…
No, nobody but I.
You can walk forever
Through a haze
Under heavy clouds
On dark days
You can stroll
Until it seems
Spring rains
Will never end...
At least, until October…
Maybe, not even then—
But you can hide
In rain.
great work. I really enjoy the reflection quality, painting feels wet... I can feel myself standing there. The rainfall... yes! Nice!
Amazingly relayed.