Where I the music
Or the reed
I would float in the wind
Across centuries
Touching the shores
Of foaming love
Healing the thrashing waves
Pounding the cliffs
Of our mind
Resting on the reef
Watching a mermaid heal
The raw wounds…
While tying the knots
On a garland of reeds
Watching, the centuries go by.
Baru Gobira 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem