he loved the
cold white light of the fog
flowing around his legs
wispy and ephemeral
yet hard and impenetrable
wrapping him in its tendril arms
hiding him from the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice drastical language and dramatic imagery. An enjoyable read...although it kinda seems like it should be a part of a bigger work of writing that would show the meaning of this piece and be used for a purpose.