Warm wind
Around the building last night
blew a lacklustre wind
The breeze had no power
As it sank to street level
Settled among road dust.
Like a tiger among gazelles
They were not afraid
But keep an eye on the tiger
In case it should wake up
And feel hungry.
Sadness is a zephyr
Without a purpose,
long is the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem