The lemon tree
you planted
in my memory
budded into words
flowered into thought.
Always this tree
will live in me
intensely
yellow
making my tongue
shiver
with the sheer pleasure
of your words
...becoming my voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Donall you are such a smoothie! ! ! I'm sure the lemons will taste bitter-sweet when mixed with your words. HG: -) xx