Turtle Of My Lake

When I was four

I had all the people around me

Of whom I liked none,

Now that I am fourteen

And love all the people of the world

And with all the emptiness that I bore

I have some drops from the memory sea

Suspended with my ruins of fun

This is to the turtle that I’ve seen

Who went floating far too more

Will you ever come back to me?

Will you ever come back to me?