what i have thrown away
you pick them
and then you take them
home
and then you repair them
and claim as your own
i have seen you with it
i smile and did not mind
what i have thrown away
had become yours
what an honor and what a
pleasure
my waste has become your
fortune
my wasted life has become
your own....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem