The heaven cries woe in darkness,
The sky is revealed in lightning,
The trees bow before a charging tempest
And all call for the skies to tear.
Drops cast sounds on roof above.
It's all nay but, pillow to cuddle
O a wretched night I enriched with thoughts!
Only to be whisked by dreams in flights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem