In the star studded night
The cunning storm clouds
Errupt and banish the night's
Peace to gloom in the godless
Depravity of the snarling sky
The screaming match of the storm
Clouds is calmed by the sweetening
Beauty of the dying cricket's lyric
The limbless flowers march to doom
The shamefaced mountains prepare in
Haste to hide the carcasses of the
Victims of the angry lightning strike
The guilty sky cannot hide his glee
In the relentless desolation wreaked by
Nature I am alerted to the staccato of
The warnings of my former lovers I am
Hounded by the lyricism of my loneliness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sweetness of life! With the muse of nature. Nice work.