a dedication of
all seasons,
wet or dry
winter or spring
autumn and summer
there is
forever
lights on and off
winking
windows and doors
close
and then soon into
an open
fingers to the hands
rivers to the sea
oh, flitting clouds
shaping and re-shaping
oh, there is
no ending
our fickle minds
our flapping feelings
our body our soul
one with space
covered and silenced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem