On a lonely, windswept beach -- sat a solitary figure
Gazing raptly at the incoming "breakers" -- not moving --
Just sitting -- the fine mist swirling all around her --
Oblivious of her surroundings, her senses not behooving!
She seemed so tiny in the vastness of the area --
As a tiny pebble, amongst the huge rocks, jutting out
The ground, water as far as the eye could see --
The gray sky, so gloomy, storm approaching, no doubt!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem