'Deep vast air, all coloured with grey
Heavy drops are pouring through the dense square
My feet are weak, one by one they slide through the muddy shades
They sink 'til ankle
My breath becomes exhaled from my chest
I wish I'd crumble to ashes, to unite with the glassy stains
Im trapped in this hazy, cold shell-
oh murky distant heavens take me
These lifeless steps I can no longer bear'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem of a grey day with heavy footsteps plodding away? ........well penned.