A thousand mists all swirled about
Obscuring you from view
But then a strong wind from the south
Pierced the darkness through
Down I set my foil and
My mask I cast away
Out of the opaque questions
Ran into the Bright of Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's it...very good. Now if only people didn't have to have a dictionary placed next to them when reading your poems! ! jk. I really do know what obscuring and opaque mean. no...really, I do. not that...ah nevermind. -landrey