After the last
I saw the sun break the morning clouds
Flat as a sheet of ice
The hues of blue and orange
Clouds are hanging
My mind unbalanced but becoming clearer
I think I know her
I think I know where it's at
The heart, the love
Under the same sky
But not with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the imagery in this. Beautiful poem. Nice job! :)