the mud was wet,
seeping down the blades of grass,
Lilly pads gliding,
spiders spun webs,
like string glass,
coyotes, weeping mad,
the Mexican lady with a soul in the ground,
GOD TAKE ME TO YOUR HOLY TOWN,
please take me now...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow...I could feel that as I read it... [3