'If I look above
sometimes the beauty of
the clouds is a wonderful gift
that it awes the lips
brings love to human eye
and carry one's heart to the sky
a feeling that you are near
a combination of joy and tears
it's like when an opportunity comes
and it is the right one
but it can suddenly disappear
and will go nowhere
If you don't take hold of it
just like this clouds of magical lit.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem