we think about life as a seesaw
a balancing act
of two different weights
at the center of the
fulcrum
someone pushes another
one makes the shove
to create a pleasurable
game
you, up near the clouds
as i fall down to the plains
of the earth
we look at each other
on smiling eyes
mouths in loud laughter
excitement spread all over
space
you become confident
to my push and i become
trusting to your counters
until one of us decides to
jump and leave
the sound of the
blag of the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem