pretend you've never strutalong the backyard walls
as from a crysalis
just seem
how it takes time
to weave a tapestry of dreams
takes patience
to persuade a Unicorn to sing
and no-one will ever be aware
of the fine-detail that you'd bring
be fruit for all seasons
the weft and warp's own reasons
for the way you glow and fade
mothcaught
in the bubbleburst of this
your flashlight escapade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great poem and very well written