a dream is so beautiful
at dawn,
it comes wounding me
but it is alright
it is the most usual thing that happens
in my life
and so here i am again
licking my wounds
nurturing it
so that i may heal
again and again
deep within i do not wish this wound
to heal
somehow it is this orifice
that creates
an opening to my life
day to day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep nostalgia flavor..... nurture of a wounded healer...PERFECT POETRY...10/10