on
the leaves
your remaining
drops of tears fall
from the gray sky
where you sit high
abovethe clouds
watching us
all.
all
offend you
forget all about
you sitting there
watching us high
above the gray sky
and the clouds
slowly drifting
away
Slowly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is an unique format to put a poem in. Well done. ^_^