i maintain my innocence
and so here i am silenced by time
for what is the use of speaking
when the heart is sleeping
in complete peace,
what is the use of bragging about
this peace when
you never for once live inside the
embrace of its trees so full of
leaves so blessed with
the coolness of its solitude...
in this silence i feel the fullness
of being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem