away from the demands of
my flesh
the noble thoughts of art
and literature
winged me towards the divine
which i shall call
as cloud 9.
it is a calm place,
unwavering.
it is so serene, and
i was taken away from
the usual sins.
i settled there but
only for a while.
Clouds float, group
themselves into a mass
and now being full
shall fall as rain.
back to reality then
i ponder when.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem