The Northwind blows the clouds
through the dark-blue sky,
the pale & distant sunlight
is about to die.
Endless winter-night,
sink down outside,
snow-white darkness:
shine silent & bright.
I hide in my being,
I light my own light.
Alone I am happy –
whether day or night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem