and so here we are
crossing this threshold
why are we gazing more
on the pictures?
why have we chosen what
is inside us?
we are broken pieces
now and everything is done
to gather all them into
one drawer
have we forgotten those
trees on the hills?
the grass has more to offer
the clouds are eager
the rivers are singing
the birds wait....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem