last night there was no moon
no stars
i opened the window
to have a good view again
of the nothingness
above me
there is the cold wind roaming
among tree tops
passing by my window not looking back
not getting in
not minding
its hands are wings embracing
every space
i am glad
it does not know my name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem