Close to my window I heard a sound,
maybe someone threw a rock.
Curiosity awakes me
as I get close to my window,
why would someone throw a rock?
A blinding light obstructs my vision,
while I get to this eerie window.
The sky is crying aloud,
I have to know about it;
It is moody, but calm, terrifying.
Meanwhile, now I must witness
the girl I saw in my dreams, dancing with the cold wind and the comfort of the rain, followed by her smile.
I must witness her dyed hair swinging from side to side as it gets wet.
I must witness the girl I saw in my dreams be friendly with the weather,
as she notice the window.
It seems I'm not there, but she smiles at it, without a doubt, picking up another stone.
Curiosity awakes in me as I get close to the rain, when I get close to her.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In Middle of Unknown Places
شِعرSP. Solo palabras que emanan de una mente tan ruidosa como la mía. Poemarios, pensamientos y escritos de un universo distraído con los colores de la aventura. ENG. Only words emanating from a mind as noisy as mine. Poems, thoughts and writings of a...
