This
home
I call
my habitat
my space coronation
ambient flow of dreams
that gather filtered thoughts
streaming with unfettered joy
and rivulets of hope.
Sometimes
I gather wishes
and pan-handle parcels of ideas
and watch them fall
over the balcony
swiftly taking recluse
with wind winding wayward
without worry...
except me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem