I went to sleep last night with the window ajar,
But this dawn, I was woken up by the chill from star.
The bamboos in back garden, rustles in the autumn breeze,
And a bird which is sleepless cries in the dusky trees.
(28th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice imagery. Much fresh. Liked