I was walking through a park when i noticed a strangers eyes.
I can closer and saw his old face.
I saw an oak tree next to him.
It was old.
So i can closer and then sat on the bench he was sitting on.
First at the edge then close enough so i could talk to him.
We talked about things that he loved.
This is how life should be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem