The mellow winter sun falls on the newspaper
he loves it with the wisp of the steam
rising from the finest porcelein
his morn's elemental happiness
another blessed day, he thought
staring at the pot
and the two cups filled with the brew
a bitter smile passed his face
he drank from one cup
then the other...
feeling he has company!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad poem. You know how to describe loneliness.