'Watching the dusk
the grey skies
and the golden leaves
people hurrying home
as the rain started to fall
the moon is covered
by darker clouds
as birds scurrying through
with the cold winds
damping the ground
in this gloom...
across the lanes
is a mind and heart
resembling this air
trying to be free
thinking of sunnier times
and lighter clouds to come.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem