Even now, when I am lost in then.
Stretched out so firm your shadow.
And such is this one last pallor trick
coming under white washed home.
Southern balls grandeur, over coming
this illusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an excellent poem written using a symbolistic style...I like the epithet 'white washed home'...its deep mean is very well embedded....thank you for sharing...Mari.