as simple is it not as simple that it does
and i am one only to you
it is that i am tanned but white
and their are my thoughts
but few to the many
and being many forms
throught out
some one lives are you not poetry
the sum of a life condensed into lines
that may or may not rhyme
but you do
and each being that thinks
even i too you
and few the middle lays far between
even deeper is the well
why will you say naught, say more....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem