What shall I say about it? It cools
The body as it falls, and renders it crisp
And alert, but calm and idle. It washes away
And changes with its cleanness and soft feeling.
Its melodic hum awakens the mind to everything
Around itself. It cannot be avoided; it seeks to
Make itself known and present. The gray it creates
About itself asks a mind to think about it, to recognize
It. Its song is known; its embrace is comfort; its
Coldness is warming. What shall I say about it?
(January 26,2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the title is EXACTLY what i have to say about it, this poem. bri :)