from my window
i see mountains faraway
i see white herons
dotting the golden rice fields
i see white clouds of cumulus
i feel the cool breeze from the forest
i hear the chirps of the sparrows
hovering on the bamboo trees below
this cubicle
and then how sweet is it
to think about you
last night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's an deal.....a package to carry and fold in thy very own feeling..... so simple yet! full of nostalgia from the childhood avenue....A 10 +