Clouds of infinite densities
Soar in finite vicinities
The rain has yet to drip
As time goes by the clouds grow thick
Not knowing why
I still struggle to try
Trapped in the present
Between hellos and goodbyes.
The sky grew from black to gray
The rain fell like dark beads
Strung into necklaces
Choking yesterday.
The past lives despite its leave
The future grows into deforested trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of my childhood past.10+