Sentiments hiding deeply inside, not wanting to
be felt, because I am tired right now.
Living in a blind spot, not seeing life for the
time being, just sitting here in a quiet silence.
Satisfying and totally contented, just taking
time to BE.
Liking the sensations of intense stillness as I
sit and write comfortably.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem