Clouds above
And clouds below
Restless seas
And endless snow
Cold is the night
And warm is the day
Gold is sent
For man to pray
In his lust
For endless wealth
In his mind
He's not himself
I enjoyed your interpretation. Try Clouds my style when you have a spare minute. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the rythm of the poem!