Twilight fell on your
sorrowful waiting eyes!
The snowy field, the horizon
and you, in the solitariness
cherished to hug life with
its warmth and coziness.
No wind to whisper in
your alert ears,
The sound of living world,
was blocked to drown
you in glued stillness.
I read the sadness in your
soft, tender eyes,
waiting not only
for the preys,
but to be hunted
by a beloved huntress!
A well written poem very softly you wreath Twilight to huntress nice to read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A haunting image of sad but alert eyes. A good write.