Gazing upon the mourning song
of the rising dawn from above.
Made witness to clouds which long,
near by, to make their stormy love.
At last man can waltz with the angels.
Though only as much
As penguins have Christmas.
Only as much
As trees can make wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting piece thanks for sharing.