AFTER WINTER

The sun was gently revealing
from the vanishing clouds full of rain
and thunder;
In my rooms of loneliness, where i should
always lie on my back just to think something

In my window pane, i see gently, the drops of water
goes down, from an oval greenish leaf;
Which usually bath the whole column of branches, and connected twigs

No more umbrellas and coated suits except
boats and shoes, I've hurried down the stairs, goes out the house and look above
the sky; Yelling! no more rain!
Visualizing the long rays of the sun that radiating to the
cotton clouds, creating a mass of colors, in a concave form

Same as i have taken off my despair,
punctured pointed torn and a locked chain, now I'm freely flexible and
movable,
Continued my journey where should i meet my dreams