I caught a silver fish
I caught a fish of gold
The first one spoke to me
And so I let it go.
The second told a joke
And I started to laugh
It slipped from my hand
Down into the sea.
Since then I have tried
To learn the language of fish
Of flowers, birds and bears
Sometimes I am they
And they are me
But now we never speak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start, Barbara. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks