My thoughts are in bits and pieces,
like shards of glass crunched under a heavy foot.
A pile of unusable objects,
until a finger of sunlight makes them diamonds galore.
That's what those bits and pieces in the mind are too,
useless on their own.
But find the purpose of that light,
they become the germ of a grand life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this one so much. Thank you. cheers, Patti