it happens most often
i grab a piece of today
and
i turn it into a charcoal
sketch out a portrait
on a clean slate of today
i sketch self
next day early morning a hummingbird fly past
i see that a yesterday's piece of paper
my self portrait..that was
it turned out not me... not me.....! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem