Wending ways down lanes of pastimes,
listening to a calm silence, tripping
through my mind.
Sensing feelings being jumbled like
clothes in a dryer, watching as they
are tossed around constantly.
Not letting any of them touch my heart
right now, just observing their
characters and essences, until I tire
of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem