Behind every cloud
theres a sun beaming loud
after every storm
there is a rainbow to be born
when the flowers reaped
a grain of pollen slowly leaps
what fire turns to ash
it cleanses out the distant past
and if you're afraid of the dark
remember we are all shooting stars
after thunderstorm feel the sweet rhythm of dark cloud and hug the breeze after windstorms /// nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice Poem by a Good Poet.