out of the room
and from stacks of papers
i proceed to a place
where the sun is shining
where the flower pots
are showing a bloom of
flowers,
fresh wind here, warm sunshine,
a slice of life
in one corner of this
world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" fresh wind here, warm sunshine, a slice of life.." After hard work, we have to take rest and feel life. An interesting poem is very well penned.