THE PAIN OF SEPARATION

It’s raining in my country

This morning

While the leaves of aspen

Reap and flew

Likes shadows

Of butterflies

Dancing in the breeze

The rain soaked my pillow

And every single drop

Pierce my heart

Akin to needle

Penetrating

Every inch

With pain that numb

I hope the rain

Would stop

Coming

Every morning

So I could feel

The breath of autumn morning

Unto my skin

To prepare

For the coming winter

And froze every

Single drop of rain

That drips and soaks my skin