hayat84
I'm not what you believe
Today it's rainy,but I'm not sad;
the fog at the horizon forbides me to look forward
and I turn my sight into my house.I say:<Hey>!
What's happening to me today?
What is making me feel so strange?
I do anything it's possible to arrange
all the moments in each part of them,but today,I don't know why,
I feel like I wish to cry.
It's not sadness,neither loneliness,
maybe it's an excess of happiness,
but I can't show it very well,so please,take this poem like an attempt
to share with you this owesome moment.