Its carpet
The fog rolled out
One day leave
The sun took
In stillness-ocean
Breathes the twilight
No song,
No rhythm, no ring
At my window
First January
Bold in cold
Waits me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In stillness-ocean Breathes the twilight No song, No rhythm, no ring.... a fine poem.. yes the cold days of january waits for us in this new year 2018. tony