Tempo Drop

Leave me not in the outside weather-
Those ceaseless seasons are constant never.
The fragrant sunshine lingers one day,
And next rainy morn it's further than away
To wherever, till whenever.

So rather,
Let me melt on your warm side of window,
If I were fragile like a flake of snow.
Every rainy day has its start, then its end too,
From start or by end will I be missing you-
To wherever, till whenever.

by Zhe Wang

Comments (1)

A nice poetic imagination, Zhe. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks