Lonely a cloud at the top; as i watch.
Deep inside i feel you live up there.
You make each climb and float like a feather.
Some voice coxes you on over the white top.
Two wings spread out that windy summit.
And over each ridge the sun shines brighter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nice poetry Mr Is It Poetry.....