Saturday, April 30, 2016

NAPOWRIMO 2016 DAY 30

Write a poem translated from a language you don't know.

A poem by Hanshan translated from Chinese


COLD CHILL


The atmosphere up high
Is where the snow drifts
Take away your breath
Freezing on contact with
Thin air.
Swirling birds of prey
Are the only thing that
Dare to stand on cold mountain.




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