Theres a blueness
close to heaven pure
when the sky has done
with weightlifting
these grey dumbells
now in a corner dumped
look who's here!
this bright moon
doorstepping like a
girl blushed up for going out
you want to shout, to shout
this should be dawn!
not the lights going out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jean, such a good write👍👍👍