he laughs at me
finding perhaps that it is funny
that you are my
starting point
of what i asked?
a launching pad of my
rockets
a field for my crash
landing
a garden for my seeds of
flowers
a nest for my eggs
a hole for my emptiness
a window for me to see
the world out there
calling for my name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem