Quietly sitting here, having had surgery early this morning.
Not quite up to par as yet, but wanting to write what I can into a poem.
Life is beautiful, looking out a hospital elongated, oval window at the night.
Reaching up to me with all it's lights shining brightly into my eyes and twinkling into my mind's poetry like a brilliant star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem