The pleasure of early Shabbat morning walking
The silence and peace of no one there
And a long empty road ahead-
The freedom of going on
Just to go on-
The music of Shabbat prayers
Singing within me
The beauty of seeing and feeling
Nameless greens and yellows
Happy just to be
Just to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
old age walks to Shabbat prayers!