all these words,
dropped heavy
like rainfall
against the softly pliant skin of roses,
Loyalty stacked up
like crowns heavy and lilting,
upon the brows of
kings and queens
who sit bored n stoic
watching the muesings
of the wise fool
whose dancing
habitually steps n
and out of time with the
tunes of merry mucisians....
while the fairies laugh free
n merciless
n shake out dust upon the eyes of children
n feed them dreams of
places they cannot inhabit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem