She’s covered by nightly shadow.
But nightvision captures
the undefined glow.
Something has definitely broken the curse.
Like a bird of paradise,
in full flight,
shaking off ice
from her wings.
Dalliance in the night,
just one of those things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dalliance led to broken love? A good example of obsecure poetry