It is a beautiful time to walk
A few stars and a crescent moon
Night not yet dying
Though morning coming soon
Silence
And no one else near
And no one else distant
And I without real pain
Going into the cool fresh air
Quiet in contemplation and pleasure
Moving with more hopeful thoughts
Free and easy and happy
Walking just to walk
Again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem