I want to see a thaw, a drip, drip, drip on the morning leaves,
Rain writing on the window panes, a life-story of falling.
I want to see whiteness turn clear again
Until the road is a stretching liquid mirror,
A cracking one, but any will do.
I want colour.
I can't bear to cast my eyes upon more hardness,
The rockiness of the fields on the way to school,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem