darkness won't let go of night
in concert with hazy low clouds
balmy quietness blowing sky
taking away my hours in sigh
i should be walking to sunlight
picturing my next 'ball flight'
through my window watching
scattered leaves of yesterday
forgotten trashcans tip over
foggy forest keeping my eyes
box-in; in my wooden fence
sooner or later i will be drench
Really like this one. Really good poem. May i invite you to read my new one called, Bluesman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's such an amazing poem from a great writer.