The gods are angry,
so they speak.
Across the sky,
the ligtning streaks.
At their feet,
you must cower.
As they unleash,
their awesome power.
Tango.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Timely poetic write.... it is rainy seasons and typhoons rang over many countries like her in the Philippines! High marks.