If the mist lifts,
Let me know.
Meantime, I will
Be inside.
If the Earth shifts,
I’ll lie low.
I never liked that
Liquid ride.
If God sends gifts,
I won’t say No.
One must assume
They’re bona fide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you have tied these three stanzas together. As I said in my 'God's Gifts'....'Not all gifts fit\Or are the right color you see.' Happy New Year. Tom