Even clouds,
lofty, pure and divine,
darken and cry.
Yet, unlike sadness,
vanish in the clear blue skies
after their very last drop.
Now that one had substance, I like. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - If you can stand a middling to long poem and if you like to figure out the devises used. If not read - Frost Flowers - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I watch a very beautiful Cloud here. No, not to vanish, its poetic drift is always in the eyes of the poet.