How you must have suffered to pluck a cloud,
to tear its tendrils to rain in my heart,
to sweep the sadness of a coffin shroud
casting long shadows to keep us apart.
The broken pledges and unstoried lies,
how you must have suffered to pluck a cloud,
to furrow the fields of waterless eyes
and carry onward, uncaring and proud.
You struck a chord that was daring and loud.
You were the string to my soaring balloon.
How you must have suffered to pluck a cloud
and place it over the lamp of the moon.
I captured a star to be near my side,
but there are wishes that are disavowed.
I cannot shine where dark sorrows abide.
How you must have suffered to pluck a cloud.
Marvellous! To pluck a cloud … tear …… to sweep the sadness of a coffin shroud"… loved it.
Fabulous! Beautifully poignant. Displays great poetic finesse and class. Bravo!
This is really a wonderful poem. Beautifully crafted. Great share. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
suffered to get you a cloud! Question for him/her: Were you worth it?