Sometimes it’s nice to just sit.
And today we sit in the Forbury garden,
the garden where the Sun beams
̶ around three,
It is gloomy November.
A gloomy November for some,
but not for me!
I am in the Forbury Garden
̶ staving off spiders and flies,
and dead quizzical eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem