in her eyes
i cannot tell,
if i'm old news
or sometimes swell.
i sit here,
not moving, stirring;
does she want me
to sit here?
i cannot tell.
perhaps if i forget
that i was older now,
but sometimes smaller,
she'll see me;
i'll be swell.
we'll be free.
let me lead! please; see?
and time will tell.
will springtime swell? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
will YOU spring from your fall? ? I know I haven't, hoping to. -landrey ps. soon to post more myself, be on the lookout