</>A sleeping giant rests alone, breathing in and out his nose. Possibly dreaming of a breathtaking cove. Where it's warm and wet. Surrounded by friends. Though a sleeping giant surely knows. That this dream will soon meet its end. A silent yawn and a stretch of his hand. A sleeping giant wakes up alone, and dreads the day he ever left his home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem