The orange sky
of night, smiled
on the still
clouds of breath
that melted softly
in the numb,
silent air.
The silhouette
of December shadows,
and the smoke
of countless wood fires,
closed my eyes.
I slept in the snow and
soundless gardens
of hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You actually painted a picture for me, it was great! Thanks! I loved the soundless gardens of hope. Marji: }