Today I am not here.
I am breezing along the jet stream of consciousness.
Rising and lowering as it decides.
I am not resting, resisting or residing, just am.
Check in tomorrow I might be back, but I am not here today.
((((((fades off into jet stream of consiousness)))))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tuts...must have just missed you then Bullion lol...: 0)) ...great write...10+++