A quiet murmur among the leaves
In the forest as I strolled by
Spied a flash of something between the tree trunks
I chased after it, thinking it was for me
Conquer and take, subdue and brand
And as my hand reached for it, it turned around
And speared my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well written and poignant poem, Robert. Thanks