Why are you here?
The sun asked, testing a poet.
-To feel your warmth,
my dear heart.
-You're sitting on my steps!
The mountain to a poet said
-I only take a rest,
admiring your strength.
-What are your plans
The dusty trail asked
-Umm...none, no man's big goal
Only... Just... Collecting smiles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good imaginations. Nice work -To feel your warmth, my dear heart.