Under the bright orange glows
of billowy-night-snow-lit-clouds
have you ever been out wandering?
Alone, lost and cold, wondering-
which way if either one is home?
Half frozen - have you ever curled-
or crumpled-up your stubborn toes
hoping not to be found, racking mind
in stillness… would it really matter?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem