I am becoming an adult.
In this becoming, I realize,
That all beauty bears a force field.
The sun, it’s fiery focus,
The moon, her white, spectral distance,
-Snowflakes, their ephemeral guile-
A woman….her friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one is very well written. Poetic. Very good.