Because I am used to this slow life
pondering the baby
growing week by week in her womb -
when the sudden wind blows
at night, I have to rise with open mouth
to watch the spinning leaves.
I wonder...
'...and forward though I canna see...' Keep the faith, Jacqui. (and I'll wite something soon) . N
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice... it's good and I like it