He waits,
the great seducer,
won't let you see him,
wears a myriad of disguises
and goes to great inconvenience
to hide behind trees and bushes
all your life,
because if you saw him
even for a second,
you would go mad,
and so he waits
until your legs
are solid
anchors on the earth,
and then he steps out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting........I like it...