Like Cloud Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Like Cloud

Melancholy is the chief,
And blast breeze, wind
To help the wetness kill.

In distance gravels,
Amber horse in gallop
Runs without trace of
The dusty false sky!

Is raining on the mud,
Horse's shoes splash
And thicken raindrops
With each, every stump.

Great and romantic
Is grey and dark scene.

The rider is fighter
Sits naked, no cover,
To allows rain flood
From hair, eyebrows…

"Hey Lady, " is in mouth
And rounded like a ball:
"Come here and join us
In raising goblets, wine."

What the hell is this life?
What is this rain, cloud?

Melancholy is the boss!
Melancholy is the boss!

Wish could be as I was,
An evil, devil child
That climbed every wall
Like the cats and crows.

Life was joy and dreams
With friends, animals…

All smart, satisfied,
We played like clouds,
Then vanished, as if dust.