Look hard, don't blink.
Let your mind grow blurred.
Start at the crown then peel me down.
Arms first, then step inside
And zip me from within.
Winter in my soft coccoon
Until it's time to fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another quirky piece and shrouded in double-meanings to keep the interest of any reader - Kev. you excell at this..... keep writing..... hugs from Fay.