Leave the bull
Consider the vision
Write it at encounter
It is love and first sight
Keep fresh the subject
And virgin the matter.
Let it sound strange,
That's poem!
Such poem is filled with
Natural taste, flavours.
No need to seek shelter
And or home, or cover.
Leave alone
How and why?
What happened?
Give it birth and it can
Self-mature if needed
It will ripe in nature
Poem talks, explains
When in need of rise, fall.
Will do so on its own…
Let it go walk and run…
Or leave bull
You are not matador!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem