They show us not at all a love.
We only have each other.
How I wish she did go 'fish',
But I'll always love my mother.
Raped with words because I care
For someone else like me.
Couldn't find a dainty bird-
So I'm bedding with a bee.
Not so gone within this world:
Sustained enough to know-
That birds do starve on waves to West,
But to honey, bees will go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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