clanging to life....
not dystopic....merely aqueous....
as a stream......plain as
daylong
murmurs....cogent, barefaced....
with
a twinkle in its eyes and one
of those smiles......
........the ones that play
about
the lips.....warble,
sotto voce.....send
a warmer shiver to the vertebral roadways...
find a miasmal port.......tiptoe, soft-shod.....
predating in gleesome comeaways.... soothing and sparking......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem