When somebody mopes
and a gale is blowing
clouds forming symbols
teaching their sisters
to find out where the wind blows
Birds in the ascendant
have been on a tear
watching the temperature
decreasing
and the rising moon
calling from rear
At full moon the stage
is entered and reserved
while he stage a play
and emotions pray
When Night is Falling
he makes good as he is
a moving performance
all nights reserved seats.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Great imagery and substance here, dear friend.