Naked apples and candy canes- No one is going
To the fair,
But the clouds are not gone- they are hanging there,
And the road down beneath them, reflecting their
Shadows,
As she sheds her skin- and then goes to sleep underneath
The overpass,
While the sea brushes the whispers of her to him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem