I know who you are
master of my mind long lost in you
you tell lies to me in kind
thinking me thinking blind thinking
laughing all ways loud
you call
prissy pink plightless
feathers
waters floating edge
wading soft wading loud
many are your names
inside my mind I try to find
copy true that has not blown away to find
new home
reading porridge Oates of words talking hoods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....in life one may never know all names we need to go by...its easy when we do...every mind can be a manipulation of its own kind. 10+