Who do you fear to become
sometimes tears make it harder to see reality
and the salt in your eyes are a blindfold to you
like the salt in your wound that startles you too
as if you poor salt in the womb of that reason
called hate
we call this circle self fulfilling
but what if you only could or would be willing
to step behind a wall self built from guilt
and find the inner passion or fertility
to grow some passionflowers for humanity! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem