In My Garden
I see the buds and I imagine
The flowers they will be
Reach back in time
To remind them
Of their future shape
And I wonder,
If my god images
Are trying to do the same
If so,
I must remove,
The clutter around them
And clearly see
What I am meant to be
When I am meant to Be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem excellent