Outside for a moment alone in the night, yet not without light.
The winter's chill makes all quiet.
My breath is shown. My problems remain. My life remains.
The town slumbers. The people dream.
The bleak roar is all around me now. The cold under my skin now.
One more moment, one more breath.
My problems leave. My life remains.
I agree with kelly kurt. Nixely written poem. I like the mood this poem creates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my very first poem I've submited online for people to see. I actually wrote this one today as well!