Dust sailing through the wind
Slicing between the twigs of Mahogany
Making the Wholes smile with their eyes closed
While the Hollows cry in remembrance
Alongside the dancing clouds
The wind whistling through the ears of all
Begging to measure the horizon in thy lives
While the clouds beg thy to be the uncommon amongst the common
Sun sneaking through the clouds
Questions your non-independence in such short life
While the animals plead for this season to never end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem