clinging tightly to an icy branch
winter's breath is a blast of death
a simple sparrow enthralls me
fighting desperately to live tonight
his death seems most imminent
if it be now it will not come
if it be tomorrow then it be done
if it be further it will become
for death is the final answer
to all and everyone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem