Slow night
walk through
streetlight
whispering
wind
moaning
wind whipping
whistling
whispering
through narrow
alley houses
crouched
together
against
the shivering
night wind
No stars
to see no
sound to hear
nothing to
mark the path
nothing but
the softly
whispering
ceaseless
wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem