Every day
now I endorse myself
m mind wandering and
coming to
the small world I
made for myself.
I let little meanings to lean back,
to simply pour out the little joys of
the nature's flute.
I let grasp on my wishes a bit casual
my steps and the shade
of a bit tree on my way.
I let the quiet passage
a ritual with the life
slowly taking shape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem