Look at those clouds
How they are moving past
The chain of undulating hills;
They are chariots of gods
Set to stay at the horizons
Fitted with flowery wheels;
Those clouds will not stay
For long over hills and plains
When the wind begins to flow;
They will bear the gods into
The Heaven leaving behind
The sky with a permanent glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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