Dust rises, sky-wind snakes
Flowers bow their heads
Cracked are grany’s lips
Emaciated mother, a calf suckles
Clouds form and pass
Lightening I remember
Yester- night, horizon yonder
Rain, it shall rain
Beautiful flowers, cool and green
It shall rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is Beautiful. Keep up the Brillant work Charles.