If I could, I'd touch the heart of bliss,
count the veins on a falling leaf,
catch a cloud from a brooding indigo sky,
clear a path through the cobwebs of my mind,
web a truant heart.
but I am only a woman,
and my mind is confused and veiled with milk.
But women could do anything great, If they wish. They have such dedication for life: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sublime tenderness artistically articulated.