When the cloud was a veil to the sky,
When snow sat on crest as the bride,
A breeze kissed my lips and my cheeks and forehead;
Also eyes,
It was cool.
So I cried.
His pants’ belt down to knees,
Underpants shining black,
And a chain ankle-length,
I questioned:
“Is it cool? ”
I smiled!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice. second stanza gives real meaning to the poem.keep inking.