Lately it's been three an done
always three and one- and why?
When it is so easy to se and feel,
to be sensitively high- to capture such beauty
-only to be brought down and passed by. Those that give me pleasure turn their heads
Those I truly seek to please either criticize
What is freely given in love and truth
is made mock of and betrayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem