Dark lightning across the sky,
A lonely soul tells out a cry.
Rain begins to dropp thunder claps,
The branches against the house tap.
Hear the sound of the wind roar,
Gazing out the window I explore.
The sky filled with maginificant green,
Storm of rage what a scene.
My life like a tornado flys,
Twisted storm series that constantly cries.
Tears like rain water dries,
Life constant changing skies.
Storms will pass skies will clear,
Till then I'm leaving here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem