Sit down
and wait
your tummy
large
nearly in
bloom
Time crawls
by slowly
Within lays the angle
showinging a smile
There she he rest
within her whomb
hidden from all
except light noise
music room
just waits to rise
waits to live
waits to be free
Wanting to go
as butterfly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh I love this poem almost as much as I did during the times 'mine were inside' waiting to 'fly free.' great write again. ~~~mm.~ ~~