Sadly the mother tortoise
in seas of turquoise
left her beloved tortoise
and each beloved porpoise
for a holy purpose.
She crawled
to the land
to leave eggs
in the sand.
leaving the formless
for the form
leaving immeasurable
for the metered
leaving her warm depths
for barrens windswept
leaving the peaceful blue
for world of multihues
now that
her job is done
she returns to her love
... her race run
her race won.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lyrical, I like, like I lyricalize