Devious bliss.
Taste this kiss
Of foggy pain
And Lightning Rain.
Anything can happen here.
Frozen by the glaring leer.
Basic complication
Is a small exaggeration.
The sound of Thunder.
It buries you under
This thin sheet
that is like morning sleet.
The Electricity makes your sounds so loud.
As we intertwine in the Hidden Cloud.
(6/27/2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem