Romantic Poems

Or we don't understand
why this step stops here
keep silent in one time

Just let
the cold of iron wire
doubtfully greet the thunder

What else you can tell to the rain
the night has its own filling story
avoiding the sprinkle of the leaf edges line

Or we don't understand
the night's whisper to the rain
on the endless night
not responded by the silent sprinkle

Or we can't understand?

(Ihsan Abdul Salam)