stones in the darkness
cold, unseen, the wind above
my wooden fence sighs
no sound in the night;
I hear only my silence,
feel my waning life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can feel the cold wind blowing in the darkness and touch the silence of your waning life. You've said a lot in a few words, very intense poem, I like it a lot. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn