Saw it leaving
as vividly near to me
as my own senses were.
Free of curiosity,
It had become
So unpossessive
Of true poverty
Nothing is lost
To yourself,
which holds all of it for a moment
and lets it go, serenely
without judgment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aida, yours is nice. Pls read mine 'Break up'. Pls remember your coment is welcomed.