Standing beneath the dusky clouds alone, like that ageless building stucked there beside me
Drenched in tears like the clouds spitting on that statue placed outside
delve in the thickness of the night, questions meant for he that mulded us.
Woe, glare at the clouds, eyes lost in there in search of answers to the unending questions of life
Alone in the dark, i cast my worries to God's folk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem