The serpent moved slowly
through blades of grass.
He shed his skin like a broken past,
far from holy.
They bowed down to his broken body
cold and darkened.
It was a long way to heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very good poem depicting shame and sin.......... very nice way of bringing in the serpant and the skin it sheds to bring up your point. thank u dear poet, tony