You are not a nun; to bed in sleep
and they can not understand you
and if they did, they would have
been taught to make you feel alive
and that you would never go blind
if you did this and that..because..
On that day you will see the forest
and you will climb one sweet gum
tree and ride it down to the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem