Majestic clouds run across the sky.
Pushed by the stormy winds, they rush somewhere
where rain is needed in a great supply –
perhaps, an answer to a fervent prayer.
Like an enormous cavalry amassed,
Which carries ammunition in the caissons.
Their pace is firm and jubilantly fast,
Towards unknown territory hasten.
My eyes follow their unrelenting course.
I’m struck with admiration and with awe,
amazed at the heaven’s armies’ force,
as if a glimpse of other worlds I saw.
7.01.2012
Стихотворение "Облака" на русском http://www.stihi.ru/2014/11/03/9164
CLOUDS poem by Albina Kumirova
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Clouds
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