I heard it too,
I heard the thunder,
and the whispered wind,
and the raindrops like a clock,
ticking.
It woke me from my dream
like an answered prayer,
surprising, startling.
It was about transitions,
about the seasons,
a fire quenched,
the greening of the summer.
It spoke to me
from the muted sun,
from the gray clouds.
It was not in the mind,
it drummed within my chest,
and I was a part of it.
Yes indeed, we are part of the seasons and all that is. Thanks Michael.
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I would like to translate this poem
The authenticity of live, to understand that you are a part of changing conditions, today you are in that condition tomorrow to another one and soon you will have to pass by...