I see me there,
in the world below,
sometimes (I think) ,
moving wooden puppet parts,
making words,
dead smiles,
a salary (for what?) ,
drab,
drear,
silent,
ghostly,
only waiting only
to ride you
in a gallop across celestial pastures.
(9 May 2002)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
teach me how to write like this, and i will forever love you more...! 10++++