If a god held the world in the palm of its hand,
And the world filled its hand as an orange fills ours,
A thin film of wetness the oceans would seem,
The forests a light green stain in its fingerprint's whorls.
Of us, not a trace.
Well...perhaps,
A slight stink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Salute! ! Welcome to PH Paul... thoroughly enjoyed your first 3 postings... keep writing them One Peace at a Time, Deana