i keep going to that grass hut
nobody was there except light
i'm scared to get in, i walk away
not even looking back, strange
it was so beautiful place, i sigh
but where is it, if that's even real
behind it is mountain so green
where banana leaves waving
full of fruits, begging for picking
so relax after seeing this place
asking myself where could it be
in your heart, i always wanted to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i miss the nipa hut or 'kubo' back home. write again when you go back there...