(A haiku)
Cold of morning fog
as the fishing boats set out -
sea like a mirror.
to me it is allegorical of birth itself the beginning of a journey...with all its shams reflected in the sea of destiny upon we arte about to embark...on our quest great cheers
beautiful description...we've had a few mornings of fog here too in Brisbane...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing piece