I was there
simply sitting, with a makeup of happiness .
Balmy clouds of memories were floating lazily,
in and around; with the colour of purity .
I stirred; the wind came with sympathy
clouds of memories gathered and,
suddenly there was a roar
coming from the deepest corner
with the rage of ages.
The tears dripped down
like pearls from my eyes,
the tears of rage, of happiness, of sadness,
and of memories.
And somebody cried
"It's raining! "