The rain kept falling all night
I couldn't touch
the letters you left behind
the strong flow of the ocean waves
and the swaying masts in the distance
which I chase like a stubborn moth
No season is a mortgage of time
Only the rain knows the debt of time
I follow the wood
to the last coals that are extinguished
How unrestrained it is to fall from the waves many times
This patience is in you,
you live those words that are not mine.
The promises of love remain unfulfilled
Your words are a path,
in the falling rain to get lost
I come through those promises
I return through those lost paths
Far away... How beautiful the falling rain feels.
Even that corner got wet where my desires, lying there, have been saved from dying
The endless rain of your love,
Is the interlude of the soil
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
