A glow in my hand came to stay for awhile
Upon the rosy blooded spark of my heart
I came to savor the gig of grape plum
And dine with the angles of the Nile
Million dusts I have sow to consider
Legions of prime – be silvery sand!
2009,23 of Oct.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem