We return once again
to meet our old friend,
the familiar,
vacant desert.
If she is in a rare mood
she may cough up
a bone or two as a random present.
But experience has taught us that
the desert is thrifty with its rare bones,
only giving one up every thousand
years or so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful way to describe your things lady... I love it :)