In the early mist
Distant hills & clouds;
One cannot tell them apart.
(Kent Dec.2 2004)
A poor summer
But this radiant October dawn
Promising warmth.
As if a child again
I beheld with wonder
A rainbow in the Eastern sky.
In the early light of dawn
My sleep -full of
Confused dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem