this body
hibernates like a
frog
throughout the
drought
when all tiny
creatures die
when all
weeds wilt and then
soon
with one drop of rain
it wiggles its
legs
opens its eyes
breaks from mud
and jumps again....
sings in the fields
under the sounds
of thunder
and the new blessings
of lightning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thunder sings under sounds of mind and imagination in wonderful way in this expression...10