this navel orange is always
along the way of my focus
i wonder what fabric of thought
is trying to emulate deep in me
it has life of its own, i agree
but it just sit there motionless
could there be a certain language
embedded in this fruity nature
which most of us really adore
could it be the colors they project
that pull us closer to them, maybe
only can darkness deprive beauty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem