With picturesque sinister
in prelude to darkness
a pale dawn looms
in the solitude of a horizon
far away under a blanket of
clouds shy on a nuanced
canvas with tragedies...
There lies fortune upright in
a rustic torment of cynics
thoughts that permeate
terrible nightmares of prosaic bliss
in the silver mind of an old man...
John Bisner Ureña.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem