Looking glass
Neptune the Green
Liquid waters
Channels of breathing
Collars of wisdom
Tales of falling stars
‘They said they saw
Them, ' said he
I
Poet Seer listened in wonderment.
The fig tree wept
In the parched martyrdom
The old oak bent
Under her thirst
Looking glass
Neptune the Green
Liquid waters
Channels of breathing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem