through my window
It's a grey sparrow
sitting on snowy leaves
It's what connects me to my backyard
and tomorrow
it shall bring along a few more sparrows
but I will never be sure
if it's the same sparrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Alireza. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks