Creating scenerios to later forget the dialogue,
Setting, date and what took place...
Does not sit well with one who pays attention.
And hears with a fluent active listening.
Nor are the others impressed who remember the sky,
As being clear.
Yet you have described a drought experienced,
As a skipping you did from one muddied puddle to the next.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem