t was now July.
He had bought in December
an artificial Christmas tree.
It was festooned
with abandoned spider webs...
but the lights still
blinked on and off..
In his evening windows
they gave passersby
a sudden cheer.
This is a fantastic poem based on an excellent theme, the flow is like a wind, I like the poem...please read mine ‘’I want to die’’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a nice poem it is, fantastic on a marvelous theme running like a horse in the race a bird is flying in the sky motionless…..the word is the music in the years and the fine tune Created in the poem…which makes the poem a master piece. Please read my poem ‘’I want to die’’