the haze
and the fog sitting on the hills
waiting for me
the mist and the
the dew that look like
pearls
oh! so temporary
are the doubts
and the ambiguities
time knows
what to do
the passing seasons
know how to heal
the sands of time
bury what hurts
the grasses
cover what is sad
time to sit and lay my head
beside a rock
time to hear the sound
of the earth
through the travails of the
worm
time to read life
through the chirp of a
fledgling
i am tired
and i am sleeping
sweetly
soundly
so detached from
all of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem