Romantic Poems

There would come a time
that the rain would come back to the cloud
to meet the winds and the stars
and the sun that always dance

There would come a time that
the party should be over
the room needs to be cleaned
from the noise of laughter,
scattered garbage,
and glitters of dreams

There would come a time
we should open the window of the room
so there would come the fresh air,
or perhaps a bird that would call at
or take a visit
or just let the room empty
so it would be easier to get cleaned

There would come a time
we will meet again
in the place where we began

...

in this place