Clouds Write Poetry – Svetlana Marisova Tribute
The clouds themselves, arranged by the wind Write poems exquisite in the sky In an alphabet to man unknown Read by angels …
The clouds themselves, arranged by the wind Write poems exquisite in the sky In an alphabet to man unknown Read by angels …
When aged, who will hold her hand, Remember joys and woes, And who will hold mine when aged am I, As life …
Non plus ultra, so the Spaniards said, Beyond horizon, no more to be found Last land on the face of the earth, …