I looked towards the sun one fine day
and felt it shine on my face.
The heat of it penetrated deeply
but it soon fell out of place.
A large cloud covered her
and my face lost the glow.
I stayed waiting for the cloud to move.
I watched from way below.
And in the waiting time I thought
'the sun is waiting too.'
And the cloud must have read our minds
because the sun came shining through.
Now if the cloud can read minds
she knows I don't like shade.
She'll find another path to take
and a compromise will be made.
beautiful poem.The flow, wordplay and rhyme is so nice.keep inking Edwina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magical poem Edwina. I enjoyed it very much.