Do not read too deep and soon forget
Do not look into this shade of night
But let the wind and words pull you along
Left than right
Then let me be the canvas for
The boat you built those summer nights
With only hands and little dreams
For sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once again a very original title. Followed by a poem that is appealing, nostalgic and very well worth reading. Write on, Ben. Ten without hesitation. Warm regards, Sandra