I in soup
I feel like…
can't say what…
bowl of soup?
or its pot?
or fire underneath?
Whatever…
Soup is there
much inside
a mixture of the vegs
and meat and additives
all combined and stirred
and bubbles on fire…
peace and war
hate and love
need and lust
joy and pains
knowing but unaware
wanting but unable
I am soup
nothing but a mixture of them all…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is cute, Read mine- Time For Anohr - Adeline
Thanks and sorry for delay...too much on my plate