Puts out
the cat
&
the milk bottles
the stars look like
little bits of broken
*g*l*a*s*s*
He lies down
dead
on his doorstep
as if he were dreaming
in his bed.
The night is cold
so...very very...cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How heartbreakingly alone is he....and cold...and sad.