silence is my best friend
for early morning like this
besides whirling fan blow
delivering warm air to sooth;
to comfort my waking hours
to new born bright sunlight
i look through my window
to see if frost is on my car
i pray for absence; always
to spare long fifteen minutes
enough to gather firewood
to warm my gentle fingers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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