body is bent
the neck is
arched carried by
the head
as the hand begins
to press those
letters on the
keyboard
trying to figure out
what is more
important
the search for
wisdom
on the winding paths
of dawn
the labyrinthine
cries of the boy
upon the trickles of
rain
stigmatic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem