Life being thrown into the wind, songs flowing back into
this mind, running along the world's highways as a train
whistle blows in the distance.
Sunny days are looking out for this mere poet, wanting
to clear up the rain, taking hidden tears from out of a
darkness of the storm.
One upon this life now, thunder and lightening clapping
and lighting up the sky as life is being thrown into the
wind, songs flowing back into this mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem