As a wreck
in a no men' sea
there is not so much to do
but, at least you got a shape
Someone may hold you back
or push you through the waves
(and the other plastic sacks)
As children
Those waves let us
laugh and shout
but now
they wipe our steps out
and take us away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem