As I feel the breeze a flow
and pass of through my hair;
and make me feel afresh
even at the end of day.
As I see the water a flow
off the shore, of the river bank
makes me leave and be a flow
till I find that ocean end.
As I see the clouds out white
and the stories hide within
and just feel to lie on
those cushion flying in air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem