I open one window to hear the
rhythm of the rain this
early morning
i hear the wind, soft on the
panes.
i feel my soul. My body works
for me.
i feel three things now. My body,
my soul, and me.
i am a trinity too. I create
a universe of my own.
To start with, i grope for words.
I write them to see them well.
They go through me. But sometimes
i suspect, what words are.
what they really mean. How
come i have chosen them.
no problem. no problem.
let me catch some more.
no images for now. Just this
pressing. A monotony that
sometimes lulls you back to
sleep again. Dusk.Grayness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem