Tomorrow is spring,
Yet I'm still living the rainy days,
It's not I hate the rain,
But I miss the sunny days.

Tomorrow is spring,
Yet my garden is dead
It's not I didn't take care of it,
But the rainy days ruined it.

Tomorrow is spring,
Yet I feel cold,
It's not I can't get warm,
But I miss my home.

Tomorrow is spring,
Warmth and Blooming roses,
Sun kisses and fresh Breeze,
Free Butterflies fly between flowers.

Today is rainy,
A pain rain purifying my soul,
The taste of rough days,
haven't quit my tongue,
A familiar sad violin song,
Is playing in my ears,
Do remind me,
I love the rainy days.

Between what we want and what we do,
There's an empty space for us to fill.
Between pleasure and pain,
There's a space filled with desire.

© Unickk
#love #poetry