Close of gurgling formalin
Waters that smell
Mountain over whose
Crown
Thunder after thunder
Lights
Decisions are in making
Winter so deep
Is not in the favor
Of the Olympian heavens
Now
Winter has overdone it.
‘We pass through difficult
Times’
There was a nasal sound
Full of emotion
Yet from above:
The immense heavens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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