Your a grown up
in too tiny a skin
wise like a flower-bud
with unselfish spring
you sing like only
angels can so lonely
in their rising
you cannot shed
a mask of lead
which lies ahead
unsurprising
you smile so bright
with a face signed
unfolding wisdom
yogi in the moon
small and yet big
all too soon
spoon to spoon
a warm balloon
in sunset rays
will rise all days
and off 'you' go
before 'cocoon'!
Madrason 01-02-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem