From one perspective...
The clear brass ring of an alarm clock
The curiously pleasant scent of red leather gloves
The downtown roads of honking cars and pedestrian activity
The buzz and hums in a school cafeteria
The loud click-clacks of heels on a sidewalk
The crinkled paper worn from pen scratches
The tattered scarlet and gold folds of twilight;
From just one perspective,
One can see so much-
Why want more,
When it's still the same world to see?
(01/03/09)
we all see things differently, yet we all really see the same thing and react differently, great poem :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not much we can do isn`t it.well, i guess we shall do what we can and happens what happens