And it hurt to see the colours deflowered
Leaking down the walls to the ground
To the body of earth devoured
I looked at my hand I stretched it out
And there was the spring of water on my palm
I drank it slowly dry lips to define
Within this water peaceful and calm
The big blue eye smiled
The colours were cleared
And yes again I could live and breathe
I waited awhile
To be filled and sphered
In big blue eye smiling
To be re-conceieved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all need the waters for life