Listen to me love the entrance
is for me
a special place, I've come to know.
Lightly over grown,
green musky moss it hanging down.
Through that misty veil
I climbed a hill that took me up.
As I circled round the cave
upon my tongue is how it tasted
like it smelled.
Up unto the sky out stretched
my hands.
I squeezed the moon apart.
And when that lonely cloud floats by
It looks to me like art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem