i wish to be seen
well like a well
that never dries
ever so inspired
you need just a
little bucket to
harvest the verses
and as you look
into it in the wet days
you see yourself
so well reflected
in the clear sky
and in the dry days
a little hideaway
angel a mace
in her hands
making your
humble wishes
come true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem