The cold night felt if it would last for ages
while the wind was trying to shake the windows
and I went in and out of sleep,
imagining evil creatures prowling around outside,
heard a owl calling, some cats snarling at each other
and could hardly catch any sleep
until in the distance
I could hear the first cock crowing.
The morning was sunny and bright,
but still a cold winter's day
with ripe lying white on the grass
and it felt if I was sleepwalking
until the sun was setting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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