there is no such thing as a definitive translation

Gathered gladioluses.

A single dewdrop.

A tear. A heart. Or any appeal to this type of insatiability.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a poet has an insatiable appetite for what moves the pen...emotions gathered like flowers, the poem is our bouquet.

and you are such a poet...

and i so agree with the title...there is no such thing....we know that...

[h d e rushin]

so true dear brother....thanks so much for those kind remarks....dana