The rain day of the non-rain seasons
Missing the ruddy glow from
The sunshine of non-sun hours
The gray light tried to cast away
Its gloomy mood, creeping
Crawling, finally penetrating
Into people’s minds and hearts
Once more, a black car stopped
Near a window and a garden
For a reason? Or non reason?
Rather be a red one, at lease
It would break the fog, that thick form
From everywhere only
You can reach.
Rather be those wild grasses and flowers
Happily live at the wild wills!
