One copper sapling on the bank of the canal.
Startling shades of brown rise from green grass,
warmth in the cool.
I feel my eyes open wider than before,
to take in depth, colour, perspective.
A camera whose focus has been ascertained,
F-stops adjusted, switch clicked,
with emotional precision.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice naughty poem with great metaphor... loved reading cheers :)