And treasure you did seek.
Moving streams that streak across
the sky as it stands still.
The honey bee that danced around
each eye and what it sees.
It brings back to what you saw.
And people what they're not.
The ladies dressed white dresses for
each drempt about the night before
and love, you got your eye put out.
And still came back for more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem