multiflowers knowing power,
tenderonnies tightly grow.
upon the sand, i sit and watch.
as little trees
that run around
their puffed out world
hairless, see them naught.
if a weed, the sea, i am.
and their beach is full of roses
lillies bloom there too.
the sun was hot, their faces
knew,
the color of each tightly woven, mask.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As if she speaking of innocence, possible the faces of children and a reflection of her corruption