Down I go into the
gray and brown.
I hit the sides, like being in
a cradle, and rocked too fast.
It's an abrupt catastrophe.
I didn't see this one coming;
but I felt it, like the slight rumble of
an earthquake, or like the false dawn, before the
real light yawns and opens the sickly day.
It's just another ending.
dapple and down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted expressive poem........10++++