I caught a glimspe!
I found it again!
I catch sight of it with my eye.
I whirl to grab it, but it; 's gone....
then it's there again, behind.
Must be quicker next time,
Take it by surprise,
I turn again, but it's gone again
and it's there again, behind.
Faster and faster round I go
and then I feel a pain,
I must remember when it's there again,
that it's part of me, its just behind all the time.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very sweet, one feels like one is moving with you