Turning through a corner I wondered
If a shape clawing at my footing
Could perhaps prove at any instance
Its tenacity to emerge or disappear
Lacking the light or will for living
Its purpose in life involved
Something as simple as a strife
To follow me with zealous devotion
Twisting away among other forms
Learning along the way complication
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem....... good going poet.