If you were to say I don’t exist
This grape would not argue
Longing to be wine
Makes me disreputable
Lowers self respect
A grape begins to become wine when it says
“Pressure is necessary to burst open”
Sweet wine flows from surrender
ROTMS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not to mention leaving fertil ground for learning? Wonderful work!