actually there is no such
thing as anything that is
everything
a you for all of them
a me for all the you's
other there
is a little bit lost
and too unseen
and untouched
a great poem
is as concrete
as a pebble
staring to an eye
and an eye
scrutinizing the
lines of the palm
finding a map
where the
great treasure
of love
is buried
underneath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem