you speak to me in riddles
i don't pretend to know
all that you are trying
to let me see inside of you
you write your poems in earnest
i read them through and through
and yet to me their meanings
are lost in grayish hue
so why not keep it simple
that does not make you less
for we know all that glitters
are not of gold to cherish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem