A few drops of rain floated out.
Almost unaware
These are the tears of birds.
Looking at the sky
There seems to be your shadow.
Come to me with a smile.
I stretched out my hands.
You go up in smoke.
Leave me.
Birds flying low outside the window
tell me
Will she love me?
or
Will she accept me?
definitely not ...
because
She has left this world.
Duran's original sad poem QQ5 10940230 Welcome to discuss literature together.