Far over slimy ocean of trees
Beyond orchard of rolling greens
Soar high round dots twist, turn, stroll
Bound over pond of stream
Dark pit fells into
Where it belongs
Hole in one!
Potter’s
Joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We’re fortunate poets hope for be in Potter’s hole…nice imageries.. Voted10 Ms. Nivedita UK