Fog swaddles the morning
Softening the sun's flame
With each smoke gray breath
Exhaled by the lungs of ghost
Rousing to life sleep swollen
Servants of dawn
Dog-eared and jetlagged
By the sweltering stress
Of the atmospheric
Pressure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love the debunking, of this, the abolishment of illusion. sjg