I saw your face above me
In a strange November sky
Your stern features contrast
To the softness floating by.
A streak of lightning
Slapped you
With a fading, crooked smile
The burning white impression
Still frozen in my eyes
But gone –
As quickly as it came
And leaving, only rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is really something good. Excellent use of nature and metaphor, I like it!