Into the sea I walk,
Unmindful of the approaching storm.
No cover from the thunder clouds
Lightning covers the shore.
She was I and I was she,
She has gone ahead of me I stand.
Monologue isn't poetry,
The sand is cool beneath my feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If this were to go on and on, like a monologue, ti would still be poetry to me. Monologue IS poetry. Let's fight about it.