The thought
Ran
Through
The verses
hidden
as a glow-worm
too beautiful
yet
too fragile for treading.
the onslaught of the ways
of Earth
toil and sweat
and
shocks and fear
what more?
for
then
the thought
ran
through
the verses
hidden
as a glow-worm
too beautiful
yet
too fragile for treading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem