love cannot
be like a hermit
crab
it cannot hide
forever
in its shell
pretend that it
is a house
and stay there
for good
there is this
whistle of a man
that tempts it
and so it goes
out
of the shell and
tries to find
out what love is
in the
sands....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem