Clouds – as beautiful as they are - are still clouds.
Looking closely at each one in turn
Trying to find the elephant or the clowns
Or make out the dragon in flight – is all right.
But sometimes they fuse into one blanket grey
And cover my world and my day -
And I look up to see some definite design
maybe a red rooster or a delicate butterfly
But today they are all gone away.: (
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wind must have taken it away to show you heaven is far away you can have your clouds dreamer where you can draw pictures forever thanks.md