It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my thoughts
I go to meet it at the
Edge of my consciousness
Short and sweet, right to the core! I love this poem! Another 10 for you my friend. Always, Linda
Me, too. In fact.that is how I found you. Oh. marvellous, man. Without poetry how would we ever resonate with one another across the vast distance of difference?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short sweet and perfect...............