Crazy child with ebony eyes
Soul filled with laughter and butterflies
Hair as raven as night itself
Body of purity and inner wealth
I know you, don’t you know I?
Two vessels a drift on the ocean of life
Shall we cast our anchors to port a shore
Or breathe deep the salt forever more?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good rhythms spewing dreamy ideas. Keep it up