The disk
The cold room
The nasty stare
All permutations of the
next phase
The next feeling
The lovely lonely wandering
The stare of fable
Long ago rejoined
recast in a mist
a mission
All the wonder
and happiness
cast upon me
Though I was not willing
to grasp
Or able to immediately
accept
fine & good moments in
my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem