even if what you have are mere
desert
flowers with nothing but
tiny blue petals
less the dead yellow butterflies
and gray grains of
sand
let me still say thank you for opening
my mind
towards deserts and dry winds and
starless nights
and faraway places of the lonely
heart
you have met freedom as i still have
to know what its name really is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem