In this place on my own,
The sea outside wraps this house of stone.
Winter hums a chilly whistling tune,
Brushing through the stacks of sand dunes.
No summer cheer, an empty beach afar,
A song of winter sings in stiffened air.
The milky clouds dance with darkened shadows,
Carrying the sound of the wind echoes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem