Again the mind, my mind
Started to build as it used to
Again I want to listen
The same tune as I listened too
You will be far
You will be close
What and how it was
When I fly my tune with you
Nothing had to do with
Our time; our chore;
Again I can play on the same floor;
As birds can fly, fly ashore;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
message hidden between lines...good poetic expression...10