as alice fell through the hole
she lost her beautiful soul
to all the discovering
while she was hovering
i fell with her and kept my wings still
for falling is a different skill
and in my dreams my own story grew
i became a tiny but very curious shrew
a little mouse, not a scold
should someone, else has told-
©gilly20190113
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing.
thank for reading and appreciating it chinedu dike