peculiar weather we're having
the sky is a faded dreary blue
the trees seem to weep, though willow-less
the wind gives a series of ghastly low moans
the clouds all shed salty sprinkled tears
and at first I let myself be taken with it
feeling sympathetic of natures woes
but alas, it was against my nature
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a gift Nika. Don't ever let the words boss you! : -)