on a spell of awe,
something is written,
with regret, something that
is borne out of a heavy
heart, a weary mind,
like a stranger moving
into another land,
broken houses, sad homes,
a lost teen-age son,
there are lines that
show them,
but still on another
show
like a beach with a
blue umbrella
a woman with a
straw hat and
a man with his pipe
and sunglasses....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem