crimson glow patches
littered morning sky
high winds pushing
giant black curtain
slow enough to notice
chimney smoke feathering
pace footsteps coming
muffled by nice rubber
ear plug-in to music
totally isolated; robot
oh! i have done my rest
me too has to keep going
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Manonton nice work Amazing poetic skills here