Deer in canvas
She
Uploaded her poem on a site
A site that I read daily.
She
Worries for the barley
Darkened by the cloud
And the herd sneaking in
Not to be mistaken as vessels
Clever
At the end
She reveals the herd turning heads
And some candle in the centre
And the brush with paint
Strokes hard and soft:
"What is left of the nature
Is just…in paintings…"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem there, excellente..