My fingers sleep in my palm
from which the root of enengy is connected, with singing.
My finger points deeper point than the root
whenever it wants to get energy to sing.
My palm send signal to fingers to move forward.
My fingers can not get the energy from the root yet.
They are bending toward the root for delightful safety.
Can they get energy to sing alone not through the palm?
I'm waiting to listen.
A cute poem! One cannot without the other...lovely read! ; D
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I would like to translate this poem
I am waiting also, waiting for the fingers and the palm, to make there move.