Creation Poem by Bejan Matur
Creation
Listen and look, mountains rise into being.
Underground rivers shrink
to sluggish inner blood.
A lapis-blue vein
atoms of dust.
Perhaps only a wind knows earth.
The wind touches trees and humans and dies away.
© translated by Ruth Christie
Friday, August 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mountains,wind
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