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Beautiful poem in Interlingua.

"..., an international language. It extracts the common Graeco-Latin vocabulary present in today's languages.

Here is a translation of the poem:

The sky is a canvas
painted only in gray
Raindrops dance
that haven't yet fallen

Little by little
the first drops come,
slowly begins
the percussive struggle

Furious drums
I hear from the roofs,
lying drowsy
in a disheveled bed

The air is full
of the scents of the earth
and my mind of thoughts
that spin and wander

When rain falls,
I whisper your name
and behind the gray sky
I see a light

Leaves bend
with heavy drops
The earth is a mirror
that reflects birds

The fragrance of firs
and of fresh grass
fills the soft
picturesque ground

Clouds – the poets,
write ethereal verses
and winds carry them
slowly to you

I open the window,
hear celestial poems
and perhaps your voice
from the distant forest

But suddenly, in the distance,
the thunder, a brilliance
The lightning wrote
your name to the sky

When you return,
summer will return
Still in spring
I remain abandoned

Little by little
the rain ends
and I say your name:
Kalini, Kalini"
(...)

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