I am playing
with the water
with the air.
Who is there?
to ask is
not good
not fair.
So many colors
So many flowers.
Let me cross,
Cross the river,
That is there.
Life's experiences
Please share.
All the dusts
All the clouds
That are in dark.
Dark is within
And still, you are
to flash the lights
That are there.
love of nature and such beautiful thoughts the good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
seems an emptiness have capture the whole being.....reflective possess of HOPE, uttered in the mind.....so rich and tangle of vague question of what Life is......