like a twist in your guts,
like a lizard crawling in the grass:
look, how much gold we have,
plenty of gold,
why
imitate the blowing wind,
what the wind knows, if
never could be buried in the dark,
or light,
hiding in our hearts, the wind is a twister,
spinning the dust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love has a nice twist too it!