A poem is falling away from the skies
Dressed in the drops sparking light
Straight in the rooms of my heart,
Watering hope through the cells
For tomorrows to catch up on dance
The beauty of all those sunsets
I’ve been dreaming about for a while.
Whisper me kindly regards,
Dear wind, for the peace to get back,
Singing through rhyme of this rain,
Pairing the chances of pain
To get eased by the love on its track.
Colouring dreams I might sleep
Under this rain pouring deep.
I am a Romanian healthcare professional and an amateur writer of prose and poetry. For about 4 years, English has become my secondary language, as I moved to the UK. Yet one of the biggest challenges is writing poetry in English.