to climb in, secret itself.....
this is a poetry
site....
this is a poetry
site
this is a poetry
sighting
this is a poetry
sighting...
a poetry citing...........
.no more
no less......
I applaud the seemingly fearless..
.with
one hand clapping....
as two
my sleeve being heartless.....allow it...aloe it?
this is a poetry
site...........
good grief.... it's full of human beings.....
and air....
.readily breathable...............
I grow
impatient
with myselves.....
I grow
wary......and chives......
each shall blossom.....
damn that pruning lathe....I can outrun it.....on a dare..or a pretty fast roan............
I'll feed that equine carrots and blueberries..
.that's it...
......blueberries......!
as for the applecart....... ')
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem