as small small boats,
clouds, all over the sky,
are floating slowly,
the bright sun.
but you are
looking somewhere.
eyes you have a tired...
perhaps, something
is for you,
and you are
speaking to me.
I saw it, a big depth.
if so it,
walk away quickly,
you can in
it sink, my fish..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting, has the appropriate climate in itself. It is being read lightly. Very cool poetic depicting.