the grins of rambling dreams.
beware the moon that looks
for her twin soul,
the Demon star,
it's clear from far:
the tower under siege
will surely fall.
slow ritual shadowfall
resuscitated all those ghosts
who have been nearly
drowned.
a moderate amount
of deep cold
has been recalled
to sand off the rough edge
of 'n early spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a moderate amount of deep cold has been recalled to sand off the rough edge of 'n early spring. memories....... that linger..... thank you very much for this poem dear poetess. tony