Dogs that glide
Hounds that speed
So much
I heard the hoot of the owl
I heard the amorous nightingale
Then the dogs blew:
I saw the owls clustered together
And a few nightingales
But of the dogs only heard
The sound.
And that was all
But that was enough
Just
For my Sub-Conscious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem