Nightfall scans the landscape
brush shimmering
rocky shore a reflection of nature's gleam
a forest at night
never calls it sleeping.
Today's struggle upstream meant
cut to the edge of shore where sharp
would not slice bare feet -
wellness in my life
is a smile I had for her
the return not to be for me
once it was -
coming winter too short
to say goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem