Should be more words to describe it;
black as tar on a pebble beach,
Under a fishing boat that smells
of seaweed and saltwood,
Or something spoiled by lights epileptic,
shadow of shadows
that drip like failing day.
A half, cool with slate and silence,
less to see, more to feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem