With the last roll of thunder,
With the final roar of the wind,
With the thinning swells of rain,
With the dying glow of the sky's white light,
Comes a peace like no other,
Appearing amidst serenity,
And with the first pillars of the shining sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, really like it. a great write. may i invite you to read my new poem called, An Angel Cries.