I promise myself a good life
Early morning stroll
Meditation amidst freshly
Blooming flowers and birds
Chirping around
Praying to the tolerant hills
Guarding the border
Of my ego with an innocent smile
And the soft wind
Taking away all my worries
As it touches my hair
And kisses my face
I feel like taking a new birth
I breathe deep
And poetry come out
To make the leaves green
And trees to bend down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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