She speaks to the thunder
It answers back to her
As the lightning reflects off her skin
She closes her eyes to let the storm in
She paints the portrait in the clouds
Darkness gathers all around
Speaking with colors from her soul
The art inside tells a story that grows
Whispering to the wind to calm its wrath gently
With her brush she paints the sky so delicately
Soft raindrops fall upon the back of her neck
Cascades of rain are ceased and kept
Only alive in her memory as her tears
While the narrator and artist's masterpiece lives throughout the years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, Jennie. Thanks