Banging side door sings out
And bounces off the silent roads.
Through the deep dark night it echoes.
'A tip-tip' goes the water -
As it drips from the skies
Mr. Frost's cold teeth sink pinkly into Your finger tips
As You wave goodbye.
And the door keeps banging through the night,
It will bang 'til the dawning of first morning light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem