Dim Day Poem by Saul Palti
Dim Day
Iv been traveling your world
trailing your dusty road
picking flowers to be sold
making love to a toad
gormless critters out in the field
trying to sell me a what they have killed
with a crashing left blow
watching them flow
helpless am I
with breath that does sigh
gone with the wind
for I have sinned
days are well spent
as I pretend
stealing what was lent
if only I had a friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/6/2024 8:23:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
