Friday morning
the mists have not left yet
the nipa groves
let us go to the sea
and soak our bodies with its salt
there is no wrong which we have to
talk about
my head at the surface
my body immersed
the crystal clear water
shows the colors of its fish
the coral simmer in refraction
the ripples show a journey
here we do not talk
we are like pilgrims immersed in the
temple of our dreams
how to love life i ask
the sea is speechless
the sun slowly rises....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem