mystic and misty is the state of trance
you dip in a frozen numbness of sense
a peep from the window shade ignites
a series of unpredictable poetic acts
bewitched by grey clouds sailing afar
the spell drove me out like a wandering star
by the pine forest, heard the sound of feet
as if some being was tracking my feeling heat
stillness swallowed the place along the stream
the sun was down, easterly rose a steam
like errant soul the walk ended by a rock
grandeur form that could make the heart rock
the " Mist "finally faded in blaring horn
poetic dreams killed blindly by modern scorn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb Really captures the phenomena of what we feel through raw experience.