Damn you Conrad…
We, the poets,
(if I too am one)
are sensitive; very.
That is why I cried reading Saturn.1
of CA Conrad
We boil with a raisin and chill
by taking in a sour young grape
therefore I cried.
Pulling out a tissue from the box
I saw the butterfly he talked about.
I asked:
“What happened to them?
Where are they now?
Just painting for advertise? ”
Damn you Conrad…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem with nice feelings, thanks for sharing