at the foot of the hill
after a day of walking
we rest on the grass under
the mango tree
got my sandwich and you
got your cocacola
we both shared what is
half of each
and the day has become
so perfect
how could we not have known
how happy are we away from home?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice situation where hidden virtue surfaced.Good!