My words come out in English
Like to harvest and to sow
They just seem to fall in place
And why I don't really know
But yet I keep on writing
As these words fall down below
Much like all those little balls
In the game called Pachinko
(Dumple ~ December,2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting to say the least, I like it.