My nights are immersed in life,
Having seconds to mime the words
Today.
These dark rights need too many birds,
The soft balls are thrown at the height
So far.
The deep sinking thoughts remain in the grave
Soothingly reiterating a stage of the
Reading now.
Around a circle some thoughts muster
Food for the whole holiness inside,
Letting us.
May we describe the attitude of tomorrow
Like the winds of the valleys and wells,
Living now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem