night is there by its dark skin
dawn may come with sparkling of colors
shadow would find its shambling
green would resonate being kissed of gloss
clouds of rain wears misty cloak
blue of sky sees in mirror of grey mountain
cup of rain dissipate to awake silhouette
sands of time yet feel warmth of honor
sultry breathe of wind seeks to flow
birds returns home fluttering to adore
by lone vesper of dusk moments feel to sway
heart seems to swaddle to paint in red, .
earth pulls all by law of gravity
longing to adore scaffold of strength
mortality is the path of joy and sorrow
soul needs salvation as when heaved off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem