Impatient, was green
snake in grass, I watch the sun
ready to give a chance.
In dark winter I
will dig out the sad poem from
your burning eyes.
Not soliciting
from any god I will build
my own sky, my script.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Independance of the poet so neccessary in writting.Thanks for sharing 10