some clouds pace impatiently
always in sheer silence
the passing ones never dare
they just stare and disappear
the clouds i see by the mountains
hover every early morning
and lit the sky on spring evenings
nonetheless, in many nights
when restless and heart-heavy
they shimmer with the breeze
and touch my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm I could smell clouds right now