Sometimes it feels so right
wherein the interference of
the outside world is muted.
Where the world rains down
elsewhere and I am sitting,
sipping a perfect beer feeling
its perfect release.
Yet sometimes it feels so wrong
like walking past a childs grave.
It is this imbalance of feeling
that enables us to truly Feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Please correct Imbalance to make a brilliant poem out of this. H