laughing crazily my soul
and i jump running into a
boat so small. drumming
away from the shore non-
thinking to the collapsing
waves, ever aware,
yet so far away
my soul rows while i lay
stretching, trying to
tickle the sun.
later the waves blush as night
kisses day in the love
which is twilight.
suddenly, without hearing,
the star whispers
(March 31,1965)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is the best poem ever! I love IT! ^_____________^