The clouds are filled with negativity
When they meet up with positively…
They battle and produce electricity.
The severe grumbling of discontent is large.
The air rumbles and there is a big discharge.
The disturbed elements regroup and recharge.
The storm continues and spreads precipitation.
Exhaustion defeats and ceases the demonstration.
The atmosphere is calm and scented with liberation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was positively electrifying~~~~~~~~~~~~~> nice write