i know, i need you,
you the women of this world,
that make it dance, it sing,
it is atrial, for you in it.
you, yet you,
were put here in charge of it,
to make it grow in it,
to help him sow in it, inside your soul with it.
you are all of it,
within it, around it, to spin it, you make it go.
you talk to it, walk in it, you lay in it,
you always know the soul of it.
alone it is, in need of you,
you always let it know,
with such a simple *****smile,
so close it rushed,
you make it grow in miles.
it knows you know it,
it bows down to you,
still it must hide alone in it's need of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a touching poem poetry..well done