we all want speed.
blame the slow puts.
the Lilliputians prove
that size does not
matter. It is the will.
The mind. Small hands do
much better with the will.
falling stars do it well.
and so dreams come true.
the galaxies move with
the speed we know not
about. Planets are born.
QUICK explosions unheard
of.
i am pointing to a part
of me. You are here.
And you do not know it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem