some words, some elaborate words
they have not acquired a life
in my system, so they shall not have
the chance to grace my humble stage - the page
i reckon they are still in the makeup stage
bewildering over which colours
to choose for their cheeks, nails
as well as the most flamboyant
outfit to go with them all
until they claim a character
of their own, they shall be held
in silence behind the large red curtains
of my academic stage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John, yes it's as if they stir in the heart without a sound until they put on their robes to make a stand in the world. The art is to let them chose thier robes and not impose the latest fashion that pleases and delights, but let them stay true to themselves, Love David.