the hammock is made of
old rattan, soft to the feel
of the tired back.
the sea breeze in the afternoon
gives the lull of the day's
monotonous hum.
when the eyes close and go to
the chambers of sleep
another journey begins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Journey of a new life! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.