Where no home belongs
But cold, bare walls
That let the wind whistle through,
So the year for this time longs
When all the leaves
Have dropped and blew;
In dark valleys and shelters
Where night pierces and invades
The smallest gaps
So our souls are wracked and smote
Where pain and fear
Have overlapped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting write! Great imagery and rhythm- well done!