Pebbles of the twiligh's fate
Are scattered everywhere around me
Where I found myself awake
By the ocean of winter.
I cannot separate the raven
From the sleep of the cloudy dawn
Before the bufferzone of life
Even the fire is nothing but a
Remote controlled toy
A mollusc is happier than a merchant
Still the shameless dream of the water
Is prying into my darkling heart
To fly.
Before the bufferzone! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this too, thanks for sharing