Clear, wild honesty:
the heart of every kindness.
Winter, soft blue sound,
erases all pretense.
Perception escapes from
dreams, delusions,
heartaches, nostalgia.
The world now as it must be:
simply, perfectly as it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A serene and meditative poem that stills the mind and paints an evocative picture...love the opening line and Winter's 'soft blue sound' especially. Justine