outside
the rain this early morning
of mid january
the persistent rains
just stopped
pouring
i am scribbling some
words
turning them into a
tree with so many
oranges
i am also listening
intently to beethoven
and so the black birds
on the other side of this
window are
silenced.
a brown dog of mine
sleeps soundly beside my
feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem