The cotton bridge....
holds each side....
flush to the middle...
while suspended..
too trust... each span..
holds cottons face...
competent workers....
lay each pillar..
snugly...
booted in white..
mass is held for the one...
whom fell off...
wednesday evening..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So simple, so delicate, so original. I like that you haven't made it obvious what its about, flows really nicely and stops just at the right time i think. enjoyable to read :)