Brought up by the sun,
But the disposition is from Vermont.
Spending your youth doing part time job(and think)
A man with carvings on the forehead, coming from the grand canyon
Poems are your wings, bass is the diamondback hissing
hovering on Monument Valley, slithering through dryness
See, desert heat is coming from Tempe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Maggie. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.