Obese skies are pregnant with black clouds.
Soon there willl be thunder and lightning
Within my summer fueled consciousness.
I seem to have a myriad, starry visions.
O these brightly coloured thoughts move
Like starships in my fevered mind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It reads like a ying and yang and black and white duelling. With the inevitable winner a great poet's inspiration. Nicely written and presented Dominic. And long live inspiration for one would be lost, vacant and broken without it. A full score good sir and deservedly so. Take care.