Sunday afternoon
at home
sitting on a Persian pillow
watching the outside view
the sea over there
the mountains on the other side
sipping green tea
closing the eyes
meditating
on who you are
what you are
and what i can do for you
i have green eyes and the
tree are changing its leaves into mournful yellow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem