THIS MORNING HAS ITS SILENCE AND ITS PEACE
This morning has its silence and its peace
Life can be a pleasure when
One owns one's own time
And no longer needs
To meet the world
The day opens slowly to a rhythm of one's own
And step by step it proceeds
Happily and easily
Life can be a pleasure in rest
However brief the time
In a moment for an interval
This day only perhaps
Peace and silence and rest
As if all the universe were created
For one's own small little pleasure alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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