Hearing the ocean.Hearing the ocean. Do you hear the splash of waves along the shore? Mind you if I am not ready? I shall regret the feeling. I shall remember the good time. Mind you? Forever the image is dark, over there. The big expanse is moving out there. It is a short soft wind suddenly improvising a tune of pleasure on my skin.I am grateful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem