Cold breath with heavy steps,
the rocks rush the shore,
standing near the edge
in sight of nothing more.
In deep beguile and wonder
he hears heaven's thunder
standing there on the shore.
The seething waves o'er takes his heart,
his soul is thrown in the deep,
drown in mother's art.
'Cold breath with heavy steps, the rocks rush the shore, ' nice imagery, shoreline possibilities, ebb flow with tides
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely and vivid poem.