I'm looking for an excuse
to hide under the sun
and protect myself
from cold birch trees of May.
I am looking to replace
a piece of bread
with the entire surface
of uncultivated fertile soil.
Seeking a drop of water on a leaf
burned by the same sun,
while not catching the reflection
of my image above the well.
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I would like to translate this poem
Seeking a drop of water on a leaf under that same burned sun, not to catch the reflection of my image above the well. you are really very poetic dear poet.. thank u for the graphic too. it goes along with your ideas.. thank u. tony