Looking to heaven, seeing white clouds of prayer
scattered across the sky.
Floating across the universe, always looking down,
watching for prayers being said.
Taking them gently, carrying them within their
fluffy essences until God reaches down to pick them up.
Listening and answering to them one by one, beautiful
thoughts taking my spirit into delicacies of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem