Cloud in haste;
Dark-bright movement…
The calmness of the night
invites fright and teary eyes.
Brilliance of times
is twists and turns
birthed in the mind
and bred in the heart.
The token of peace;
the soaked soils after the rains,
stories are lost in the mist of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem