Under steel blue skies
Against frozen rivers and falls
Clawing their iron roof
Waiting for the waking touch of warm rays
The soft deadly blanket lies silently
Mother slumbers below
Heaven cries
The sheet slips
Mother stirs
Arise life
Transparent teardrops tumble to the terrain
The slippery grass and sidewalk shine
A red bird twitters
Its bloody chest stark
Against the iron sky
Brown tendrils curl against the bark
The sun shines the cool yellow
Of lemonade on a warmer day
On goes the steady clop of sneakers
And the splash of gentle tears
Against cement
On the robin sings
what a wonderful spectacle of color against darkness...marvelous lines and imagery...
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I would like to translate this poem
As awesome, as you Fey.You amazed me! !