between us
let not money be the wall
in the test of greed
where money tempts
you to devote your time
and soul to it
i stay calm and isolated
i shall remind you of
a garden that grows
flowers
that attracts butterflies
if you notice
the world never had
a garden of money
or trees that have money
as leaves
or air with coins
or a moon made of
manager's checks...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem