rains fall
and a bird chirps
the rain stops
and the world is silent
clouds drift from one
mountain to another
sun creates a shadow
on the hills
a wild deer runs towards
the forest
a flock of black crows
hover on a tree of berries
grass spread gently
a cow grazes upon it
up there a jet slices the sky
perhaps wanting to cut it
this is the place
where i can hear my self
tomorrow i shall leave
carrying with me fullness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem