it is an abode
where the spirit dwells
over the fingers
in the caves
under the ground
waiting to be born
the gem encased
and sparkling
they are the birthplace
of the spirit
that goes into
the body to
let them shine
and breath
they either guide
or destroy
the gem in the caves
under the ground
or just between
your fingers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem