what is in your mind?
a house to build,
a path to make
that which brings you
to a home
a clear pond
where you soon must bathe
and cool your skin
a tree full of leaves
sturdy barks and
strong trunks
a place for you to
rest
perhaps you are thinking
about death
and all of those who find
you still useful
shall knock the wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem