METAPhors
also exist in the most simple
word
those syllables still
unspoken
without grasses
in the fields
the brain still manages
to imagine
those lilies on the pond
need not be real
for in our adversities
we can
always make them
grow
even on the walls
those cemented pavements
even rain
can be made to pour
on deserts
only if we will them
faithfully
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem