A period of time passed
As I moaned about the loss of stories,
The stories...full of bliss,
The stories...unlike Tery's
They filled the air
During a moon light,
During a star light
While I sat among cousins and friends,
While I sat under the yellow-blue heavens.
A period of time passed
As I held on the stories to emerge,
But no prints that emerged,
No that cluster of
Cousins and friends
Sitting outdoors
During a moon light,
During a star light
For a period of time
Has bounced me
For miles and miles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem