There he walks,
In his black cold coat
casting shadow,
devouring light
There he is,
the pessimist,
Oh never get near to him,
or he will squeeze you
with his pale white hands
and blood red scarf.
there he walks, the pessimist.....
I like the - black cold coat - really hits the nail on the head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this vivid description, thanks