Dense clouds peer into,
A curtain-less living room.
Another cold,
Foggy winter day.
It’s noontime,
Yet still dark.
Lights work.
But they’re artificial.
It’s a flickering,
Candlelight day.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Dense clouds peer into,
A curtain-less living room.
Another cold,
Foggy winter day.
It’s noontime,
Yet still dark.
Lights work.
But they’re artificial.
It’s a flickering,
Candlelight day.