The brightness of day
The darkness of night
Clouds sealing but a glimmer of light
A constant war is raging
Between thunder and lightning raging
Rain whisping through the wind
This storm never ends
At first a beam of light
The bad weather runs at its sight
The warmth is here
The suns way is clear
A perfect evening to spend
Writing a poem for a dear friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem