Flat on a sphere of pure fluid crystal
A sequence of days
Flat rising
Not the Moon but a different movement
I look at the familiar the familiar in any direction
How the day is painted
I am puzzled and thrown far away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great reflectional write, I actual adore how few lines can be able to determine the highlight of a day, nice poem The_African_Son