after the rain...

Who is he who sits at the corner of wooden chair before my face?
His eyes light scattering sink sharp dip of Beauty ..
Blinding to the corner of my eye almost blind him there
Hijab veil of blue green color absorbs all around me
I just did not want to say almost silent ....


Just yesterday morning I was weeping rain
Storm fear no great rush to go with lightning ...
I can not yelling, just silence as I dwell in the heavens tremble
Simmer down down ...
Only the simple prayer that I say


And light the sky began to light approaching


I think God heard my prayers ..
Prayer of the heart and always wanted to meet face
Why not ...
He was like a beautiful flower that always kupandangi January rain
Where I always remember her sweet tie ...
Borne fragrant wind from east to west
Being a long period of prayer I do not in enough is