@aida12 25 June 2020

Clouds

**I used to be a dear virgin handkerchief** **Dedicated to the angel's wings;** **White, clean, beautiful, bright,** **Everything in heaven, envied me.** **And I'm used to it everywhere,** **Bathalang's forehead swelling is expensive;** **If it's night or day, it's daylight,** **Beauty makeup at dawn.** **If I had the gold in the morning,** **Riding the Sun in the beam;** **And if everything is quiet at night,** **For the Moon, silver shades.** **I used to be white, nice looking,** **To God be the leader forever;** **To the Virgin is an ointment,** **And in the notes they grow.** **Because of that much of my work,** **I was dirty, sad, dark,** **And my body I want to wet,** **When it does, rain will come.** **And now that everything is in your mind,** **Without remembering all my hardship,** **It is God who says, "My sword."** **When it was dirty I called it a cloud**.