Clouds hover over
the horizon
skies darken casting
a weary spell
upon the day
dawn finally breaks
the sun appears
coming storms pass over.
One is relieved when storms pass over and all the problems are forgotten. Life goes on. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inspite of the weary spell, the day dawned with promises. Small but lovely!