there are just
to many
more than those
grains of
sands
or molecules of dust
dancing in space
to make a castle of
clouds
if you wish to reach
me
you have to sift through
this
screen of my own
humanity
be not a rock
or a stone be not a leaf
or a pen
just be what you are
my memory....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem