She sat in her li'l happy place
exposed to the world, yet tucked away safe.
Her fingers caressed the coarse sand grains,
her hair sang in a secret language to the wind.
In front of her, was the silent song of the waves
And behind her, a mad thumping of drums,
She closed her eyes and became one
with both the silence and the noise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem -' become one / with both the silence & the noise '.