I am grateful while growing in knowing
not knowing is an Arab horse
of course the facts are playing
dust-circles in your tracks
la pirouette et Tralala
the festive Fantasia
the powder stops no gravity
no shoulders can carry
true vanity
a head-start losing head
should never lose its focus
nor it's heart. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem