Bitter, bitter - heart of lone,
no one thinks to aid.
Dry, and stretched -
mind of ingnorance,
deprived of blood repaid.
Wander, wander - child of fear,
to chase the clouds away.
Heavy, heavy - soul of shame,
for all the day's decay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Them clouds that come around at times - Shooooooo