The sun swing swings back and forth
While I arrange the clouds in my window.
Everything’s in the same place, stone of nothingness,
Zenith of the timeless sea, buried
Earth and a wind that goes nowhere.
As if time said it is because of the sun swing
Swinging back and forth.
translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad
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I like the idea of arranging the clouds.With a slight shift of the head we can paint a very different picture. I like it.
So do I.
Wonderful.like a painted canvass with clouds on window , shining sun out side and murmuring wind.
I think so, too.
It is sure-i think.dear!!