There is always the earth
making its treats
The splendour that rises
spreading all around
The wind plays with the light
and I hear the birds
The small rivulet adjoins
the ready river
Today I began anew
I drink my nectars
blazing over with awe
it is 4AM
where the devils and angels jockey each other
for Ascendancy
I pity them
Hexagonal snowflakes
pour over me
I am in a quandary
I write myself over
I am no longer afraid
Let the people carry on
the best they can do
behind closed windows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" I began anew I drink my nectars " extraordinary. Enjoyed