You gave me a map.
You told me I was your treasure
and x marks the spot.
So I started walking
I drifted trough daisies
and I ran from bees.
I was chased by wolves
and haunted by ghosts.
In shredded clothes and
broken bones I arrive upon
x
and on a willow tree hangs a rope
with a note
'it was just a joke'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I started walking. Is it joke? . good write, Anita thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.