Frozen, silver nightingale.
The moon invades the night.
Lonely, bitter vagabond.
The wind skulks out of sight.
A winter night can lay to bare.
All stark and cold reprieves.
It shatters dreams like shards of ice.
And breaks your will to heed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your style George. Thanks for sharing