Winds, chilliness brings a feeling
that I do not like.
When the silence of winter
comes and lie audible
then I want to flee away, not from a place
but from desolation;
that mindset that winter brings.
When the trees stand leafless around me
then a feeling of vulnerability takes over
and then my soul yearns for heating,
for someone to embrace me
when I can feel thoughts
like a baby
that finds comfort
in its mother’s arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem