who can judge you,
poet?
no one, no one judges
you, poet.
no one tells you are
not.
you are just a sunflower
beautifully
looking for your sun
adoring.
it is you feeling it.
keeping the seeds unto
thyself,
poet. You bloom, and bloom
perfectly.
And then you die, you wilt,
spreading
more of you, in those seeds
well kept
within your being, poet.
no one judges you as
unpoetic,
just express it, from
the deepest
of your love and longing.
and you are,
poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem