The serenity of my sky
As it passes me by.
Gently flowing
And glowing
Its whites
And at eventide -
Its pinks,
Sometimes red
Methinks
As that sky
Passes by.
The aloud
Comes a cloud.
No serenity.
Just calamity
In my sky.
A storm
Is born
In my quiet life
That WAS banality.
Batten that hatch
And watch
Till that LOUD cloud
Passes me by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely navigated shipmate