nothing there that I can see
to show what you’ll turn out to be
not a hint, not a clue
of what you’re going to turn into
what the future will affirm
for this fuzzy, chubby worm
when it finally comes to term
only then can we confirm
spend some time in seclusion
to complete your grand illusion
after you have shed a skin
reveal the loveliness within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice job. I enjoyed that!