I lie awake,
While the wind howls in the gables
And mice creep furtively among the rafters.
Where shall I turn to? What shall I do?
I run down to the doorway
But there is nobody, there's nothing new,
Only a Stranger walking at daybreak,
The blank, grey pavement and the empty cul-de-sac.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one a great deal.