Knowing my feet glide through your forest
softly stirring leaves on your
meadows shore.
Water stream I have find willingness to
share so drink off thee.
Back this canoe up lets try again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, this is poetry, back this canoe up, let's try again- very intense and delicate piece of writing. Mamta