now in this black and
white world
this room of cubes and
blocks
this pile of well cut
tiles and fitting them
like a box
shunning all sweets and
weaknesses
jumping over matters
that keep us stuck
rabbits not turtles
highways not just trails
sneakers and not bare
into the city we all dare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem