From my window light is dark and dark is light,
She breathes and breathes again,
The soporific odours bleed.
My gaze returns, the curves.
Her presence fades,
My wings stop flapping.
I awake -
Nobody's there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really excellent work. I could read these over and over and find something new to intepret differently each time. Thank you for sharing.