and being when you are honest
about the hot the sun, then when it is and I can help.
i can see some yellow on your, cotton bottoms.
have you ever felt inside, or spoke these words ot me,
tell me this if ever, when forever that you have.
and having opened soft white clouds, that hang below.
that hang above the moon you say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem