Cotton feels..
.....a dry night..
..and enough space...
.....too breath in...
..soft winds..
.....and suns face...
........ tearfully
.....cotton carries..
...the days..heavy...
....bag..to empty...
..and summer is warm...
..yonder..spring boils up...
....to cool...one hot tired face...
.....and warm the yellow sun...
.......sleepy and waiting...
...against the great white oak..
.....sun..dries her thin white...
.......skinned cotton dress
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cotton feels the breath of life and motivates the beauty of natural resource. A brilliant poem is amazingly penned.