In the desert sun I lay
kissing the ground
oceans became
and quenched my thirst.
Makes me think of the story of the river that crossed the desert by allowing itself to be carried by the soft and loving winds that carried it before it became a river. Lovely write
pleasure of submission breathes on my forehead
Short and beautiful, a fantastic poem, may I invite you to read my new poem called, Let Her Be Free,
sudden fortune...like lottery ticket matching up...windfall thrilling and exhilarating.... some times life changing... well conceived...well written :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God, does change the world at times