once I got up
you were not in bed
I went downstairs
you were not there
a tea cup
warm
I got out of the house
hens have been fed
you are not there
woods rustle
pond rushes
I am alone
This poem is so vivid, and it conveys much more meaning and emotion than what apparently seem to be. A beautiful poem!
How beautiful you have shown thought without words. Thank you! Everything keeps going on despite being alone. Woods rustle, pond rushes, we keep doing our job, breathing...
How beautiful you have shown thought without words. Thank you! Everything keeps going on despite being alone. Woods rustle, pond rushes, we keep doing our job, breathing...
the reality of modern life..Happy New Year wabi sabi..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice feeling of eternal search.