Soft, White
Carousel
Twirling in
A Green Jar
Adopts
Little Passengers.
Their black heads
Peek above the
Moseying horses-
Silent music.
More enter
And dissolve away
Into the universe,
Like cedar smoke.
The carousel is
Black
With sadness-
It’s horses,
Stagnant.
The soul is sludge.
Indulgence-
Dissolves
And darkens
Purity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem