Where the river runs too slowly
And where the murky waters go
When you can’t see your hands
Submersed right beneath the surface
And where this meets the hazy forest
And you can hear the howls
From the beasts
Slow down and stop
For when the moonlight hits the surface…..
Interested? ? ?
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem