Under the Rain…
The insatiable autumn plays with colors
While the Sun appears and disappears who knows where
As if playing with the clouds of sudden sadness
A game of hide and seek in the gray cold
While the sky burns with lightning
And in the storm, anxiety is forgotten
Sleep is temporarily hidden
Past pain without form
Will come again, delayed
Since wounds are never forgotten
Their scars soften in the rain
While the tired soul continues to mourn .
Poem by Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj
