I opened my shuttered window wide,
Hoping to soak up the colours outside
But to my utter dismay, I realized
That nature was not willing to oblige
For the morning was weeping
And so was I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The unusual and elegant title drew me in and I enjoyed this short, poignant poem. You made the best of a disappointing morning by writing about it. Good flow and rhythm.