and the undergrowth is all
but only if your still
'i' a feather'
moving slowly up and down.
why does your nose want
too move all on it's own
when 'i' a feather'
barely touch it and you sneeze.
through the silk, i see your face
and your breath it opens up
as 'i' a feather'
once again
but only if your quite, i am still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem