My cup is full of steaming tea,
I’m listening to the inner me,
I’m fighting waves on the raging sea,
and trying to get my sail alee.
I’m not where I’m supposed to be,
when listening to the inner me,
I do not want the raging sea,
I’d rather be here with my tea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem