It sees through the smile that is sloppy cake..
The upside down frown that burns the sky..
It drinks the rain before it cools the tree.
y4y.it is verily thus in trust in your hand..
when the sky smiles..an obligation..it is.
You here the music of life your dance, is heavenly.
Do you crawl from beneath the skirt, hands cupped?
Giving prayer to it the she, in him, it is your dog of dogs,
backwoods by choice, when it's eating the bread
from heavenliest, mask of broken damns, you run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good length for a showcase, but not quite what i''m looking for for the showcase. onward! ! ! :) bri