The cold sighed around your doorway
Yet your words warmer than before
I stand barren outside
like the waiting door
Wanting closure
Your summer dress was out of season
Neither tight or loose
Our cool Autumn hearts
Choose
Intrinsically polite, to
Allow our separation
You held in the warm
Me free in the cool night
Sanctuary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely written about when two ships must part. I liked the word choices, they combined well in a poem about separation.