sitting on
two half submerged
rocks within
a stream of sound
and graceful depths
who's charity brings
life upon the surface
god forgot not a
single soul this
brilliant day
all is forgiven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I saved a miller tonight (KY folk term for a creepy winged insect which hovers around lights) , and I did not even stop to notice. Shame on me, but not on you!