A small golden cloud waited in the grayest sky,
waiting for the sun to rise and shine high.
It patiently waited for the light to conquer the darkness.
It silently prayed to be saved from being engorged by the nothingness.
But inch by inch the dark monster creeped in,
and like so many times before the little clouds prayers and hopes couldn't win.
a meaningful poem....written well....keep up the good job and write more...wel come to PH.........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
by inch the dark monster creeped in, and like so many times before the little clouds prayers and hopes couldn't win. well said verses........10/10/10