...and so she said to the fish,
'HOW DOES THE WATER FEEL FOR FISH? '
and the fish said...
'it feels like walking barefoot through the blue grass at midnight a million shards the long black hairs of a dream... snapping'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, peter f. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks