My heart is like the sun,
drowned darkness,
soaked with rain,
beaten by the winds.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth & Ikuko Atsumi
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Ah, what an interesting point of view!!!
Yes, it is.
Too bad the sun darkened, wind beatened feeling of sadness happens to all of us. 😦
Yes, it does which is why I like this poem.
This is beautiful.
Glad you think so.
Though I know the poem is about the human heart being like the sun, I will now think of the sun being like a heart next time it rains.
That works, too.
That’s how a heart should be.
Glad you agree.