i did look for
a poem in
a twenty seven
years of
days that
started with the sun
rising and ended
with it setting every
other day i waited
for the next
sweating breathless
afternoon
a silly orange luminescence
a clown outside my
white plain
windowpane a twenty
seven years and
will i ever
find a poem
in my days?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a fine poem here and made it well