Back to the land of turtles
where I wish to remain
though can't unless
allowed to roam the land
free as once I was.
I am, a turtle fragile hole
comforts me in such is home
snug womb mother to all
dreams salvaton is one
it is only thinks of..the.one..she.
she is a battle to one not I
I it is she is to me.short.sweet
versed to keep in me I sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem