guess
i want something simple
and yet something beautiful
worth an hour or
less than that for my morning
i think
i shall take the usual walk
and take a look at the
flowers
not picking any
along the road
i promise myself
a little rest in my mind
something relaxing
something to unwind
my tangled nerves
a smooth breath
to fill the cravings
of my lungs
this time
nothing to mention
about the
affairs of my
heart
nothing
about the two of us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem