the desert
is large as life
one lonely
wide field
for survival
sand and sky
and thorns,
to remind one
of thirst
an occasional
mirage to help us
cope with reality
in between
the footsteps
that go everywhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An endless vista to this poem John - again, the simplicity resounds. (I'm just about to post a Haiku called 'Mirage'.) Kind regards, Justine.