it is dark and cold
this early dawn of january
we are walking
silent as the park
and desolate as the kiosk
we are doing this
not for anything else
nothing about being sad
or gloomy
or having to be in another
episode of something
dramatic or horrible
just sweating it out
the usual exercise that
all these normal people
do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem