The face in the cloud
It could have been his.
At least the breathless cherub's;
Retreating with this!
The flash that jerked
Our heed to the heavens
Opened heed to the notion
A pearly gate opens.
Organ, of ensuing
Pious hopes in song
These feelings as such
Rationalized for throng.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem