the night
had taken advantage of the window
that was open
she forgot to close it
the following morning she wondered
about what really happened
she is happy as a bird
singing on top
of the tree
morning has come with
a gift of light
teasing the window
which as usual is silent and square
with lots of love
stories to tell
every one in the house wants to
listen
too, even the pebbles
and the sands
of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem