between the fence posts
and the road
the grass is harrow and
unsparing
a mosaic of broken glass
and
scraps of sharp metal
with rusted edges
yet within this
tangled disillusion
bloom small purples flowers
with white stripes
which happen to be
the most
beautiful form
we shared with the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a beautiful title..... and good description. =D