It's very cold
In the dark winter evening,
Silence reigns in the atmosphere,
Everybody is shivering,
Only someone is flourishing spontaneously
Within my inner realm,
But why?
You think and think for a long time,
Your efforts prove futile,
But I don't think at all,
Still I easily understand the reason of it.
insightful sense can feel everything and repent for any kind of mistakes
A wonderful poem to ponder about. An interesting write.
That's called preservation of energy and you are wise so you don't invest on wasteful task. Good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The journey of knowledge continues...Perfect!