two of the three majestic
big beautiful rata trees
I love were blown over
by gust great wind yesterday
they left no big holes in ground
bigger holes in my empty heart
gust wind tree trunks did twig snap
ground flexed in strong gust blasts
ground flexed movement breathed
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem