Far over the city I saw the lightning bolt flashing,
instantaneous energy that remains on the inner eye
before the branching of it was suddenly withering
where it disappeared from the dark night sky
and after that thunderclap silence reigned
in the deserted streets, as if everything living was lost
as if the storm had it’s forming resigned
until another blazing bolt was tossed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem