Tonight, as frost conglomerates outside,
We can leave the absurd world for a while.
We can dwell amidst the soft light of grace.
The deep orange glow from the fireplace
Hints at contentment: of new hopes and dreams.
Of myriad bold ventures, plans and schemes.
As the old year dies, in its seasonal way,
This room's darkness is pierced by candle flame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hints at contentment: of new hopes and dreams. new hope, new dream and new life!
Thanks Luo...hope you are keeping well. Stay safe!