do not look for the form
or the shape of your longing
there are no forms
but only hunger and thirst
parched lips looking for the source of the water
empty hands looking for the the sand
to slip through the fingers
questions that look for the answers
flowing water looking for its place to rest
steady ponds
bright lights of the moon
and the shadow
watching the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem