There's a lazy nod
Abstracted from wing
Grey of empty winter
And the purpose clear
Once black paint drawn
The; and - immortal mark
Fixed in a memory
Of yellow corn and...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hermit is gliding through fixity of memories....lovely write the ephemeral juxtaposed with nodl....think that's what life is all about dear....