If you look through the clouds
The glare is there
Manifesting its heat
Upon the cotton air
Squeezing light
Through the crevices
Sending its rays
Defining its services
And once the clouds dissipate
Its sunshine in its purest state
For the cycle repeats with thunders a-loud
And there's still sunshine above the clouds.
C. Vergara
08.26.2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem on clouds. I think the last word of the last stanza should be 'dissipate' instead of 'descipate'.
Thank you Mr. Khairul for catching that error. I have fixed it.