thin ice, not yet time
for the skating rink.
it is whitewashing painted fields
and forest is an uncharted territory
on the dark landscape
into the head is going
my curiosity
where was
yesterday twilight
it left behind us so quickly?
I timid...
and you encouraged...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting poetic images. I like it.