Sitting in the lobby here at AZTV, writing in a little
nook near windows, enjoying an interior view of what's
going on outside.
Reflecting it onto photographic screens, looking up,
seeing white clouds looking back at me, seeing them
reflected in windows upstairs on other floors.
Watching as billowing white fluffy clouds drift slowly
across the sky to unknown destinations in currents of
air wherever available.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem