Rather I'll stay
in my shell as
a hermit crab.
Secluded island
being smashed by
the tidal waves
of the full-foamed
tumultuous sea.
It's better
to brood over
the past calender
than to be in
topsy-turvy me.
This recoiling and silence is to be ended and we must tell the truth; pain or gain! I like the exposure in this poem
WOW this imagery and choice of nature lesson is great! _Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastically composed poem with great poetic imagination...