give it life, a worm perhaps
singing underneath or wriggling under the sun,
give it color, perhaps the color of dawning light
find warmth, perhaps a blanket or a pillow
where you curl on a cold night
have some taste, something sweet from a cola
or sour from a fermented apple, a cider, yes
some vinegar from sugarcane,
give it some sense, a tricky word, a picky wit,
or just a prick of a bitter joke,
mi everything ina bowl, and leave it there,
if you leave, cover it, with your smile.
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I would like to translate this poem
a worm perhaps singing underneath or wriggling under the sun, ...Every creature needs light for sustaining with life. This poem is very brilliantly penned.