The Cloudy Voyage Poem by Moushumi moushumi

Here is the tangled field
Conveys the presence of
Sweet, cloudy space, happy not:

Here are the woods
Parted from the man’s foot
Travail all alone in and out:

Here is the envoy
With full bag cloudy thoughts
Assumed little for the sky
And rest to turn the lots:

There’s a girl walks with woods
And turns the fate of her crush
Mourns the change of river dried into;

There slowly a clown
Grasps all the words
Makes the world to laugh after though;


29/11/08