sun shining against window
searching for a leaf of a tree
untouched by hungry worm
soft blowing wind passing by
intermittent like pulsing spring
caring my stories. my poems
i have a sip of tea and bread
while reading news of today
nothing fancy neither great
just ordinary day, be saturday
rest day for most of us citizens
surely i will enjoy every minute
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem