A spot of green
Amidst the gray
Its home is dead
But it’s here to stay
Curling ferns
And graceful trees
Too small to be bothered
By that cold breeze
It is an island
A tiny city
But it will grow
And spread - don’t pity
(2/14/2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem