i saw god this morning...
and brushed her long grey hair,
as she sat in her favorite chair,
watching the sunrise through
an open window....
the stray cat lay in her lap,
perfectly still,
while birds with hidden faces
sang songs to the stillness...
and time itself began again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Virtually flawless metre, and a storyline to soothe the weak and weary as well as satisfying the literary yen of Readers such as me....I like this alot...in fact...wish i wrote it...So tell me...how much are ya' askin'? ! ~FjR~