Inabilities, fears,
disappointments;
plucking them
one by one
From the stem of
a beach sunflower;
watching the petals
drift out to sea
Pink verbena
stars, the saltgrass
comfort me as I rest
on white sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No inability in writing this lovely poem, a very visual piece,10, Lynda xx