There is this love
like an empty house
with a dripping faucet tap.
There is this love
that's like a henhouse-
worn around you like burlap
so-course is its mixing taps.
Even air runs hot and cold
worlds apart are this love.
That never fills - hope
a cracked hand basin
never mind your heart and soul.
great poem with nice imagery in the verses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is this love, very fine one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.