Tonight I shall turn into a seashell
Curving into its infinities
Silken smooth
Shining
Nestling
The sound
Of the sigh of the tide
Within its recesses
Tonight I shall walk on moonshine
Dappled across the cool orchard grass
And feel the black dew creeping up between my toes
And watch the light play in each drop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one, I cannot recommend because to me it is two nice poems. Combined, they are each less than they would be. GW62