the day when
a white screen
a blank mind
and empty heart
sit down to dine and
find the food tasteless
the day without its sun
the night its moon and stars
just strong winds howling over
and over a vast plain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a meal! ! ! ! ! Very well expressed John, what a thought! ! ! ! ! ! ! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX