have you ever been
happy
with the simplest
things around
not seeking for
what is not perceivable
not by touch
but also by heart
every breath
your skin
that feels
the surface beyond
and when you think
about it
it's nothing
comparable to
to a fragile
sand-
and when the
wind blows
nothing's left
not even a dust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem