when we lit the first fire in the cave,
i heard the mournful weeping of the wolf.
the trees walked away as if they knew,
rocks resigned theirselves to silence.
darkness packed her belongings and left,
the night shuddered with cold.
waves hid in oceans, moonlight hid her face,
even the wind changed her address!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a beautiful poem! when we flicked the first spark, all these had happened? ! ! so nice! 10 marks