A shroud drawn over the eyes,
Of the world so wonderful,
Drifting with the soft touch of,
Hands unseen underneath,
Swirling with gaiety,
Waging war with those of,
Their kin dear and near,
With their flashing arsenal,
Oh, no they are shedding,
Tears that are of a defeat,
And sorrow that they,
Should bear till they,
Be a vapor immaterialized.
''A shroud drawn over the eyes'' - '' Un sudario tirato sopra gli occhi ''
A poetic biography for clouds :) :) a good treat..i am sure if clouds hear it, they will cry...and let the rain pour into life
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I would like to translate this poem
shroud recalls suffering, pain.. a face strained from anguish, distress, illness..