The wind blows
And blows the cover
Of everything off
When it blows over rumours
Falsehood peels off
Like banana skin
And the colour of truth shines.
When darkness comes
Daylight pounds with
A tornado that lifts the clouds
And leaves us standing
Or squating on our foibles
The world laughs
But we pick pieces of melancholy
Swallow Or vomit our pride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem