Now is winter, my love
My imagiation is full of feather and cotton
Untender mobile phone brings up your untender emotion
But I feel so warm even like the strong drink and chafing dish
Flowers are still on the stalk
I fantasized my son when it begin to snow
He will jump into a womb in future
Just like a terror
This is the first winter that I live alone
The frail understanding of myself has become deeper and deeper
Except my beard, I can't find anything to deal with
I was so sorry that i forgot said, this poem translated bya friend, she is a high school students.
Interesting Todd, but you're sort of speaking your own language. Not clear what you're trying to convey with some of the images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much ideas and imaginations but somewhere incomplete I think. Still a good poem and likes.