When the mountain touches the sky
The clouds hug the mountain and cry
In the darkness, the clouds melt
In the sunlight
So the birds fly
The roses open and smile
Large lake with beautiful eye
Observes and wonders from the beauty of the sky
So it draws this view in its clear, smooth face
After the tears the place becomes dry
Not dry from plants
It's dry from the clouds in the sky
Don't ask what, when or why
Just look by your soul before your eye
Look and look
You'll know how, what and why
Wow Hope. Im really impressed.Very cool poemo :) All the best and more Hope Roger
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I would like to translate this poem
When the mountains touch the skies --The cloud hug the mountain and cry-- A very nice picture of nature and emotions.