in a world without chairs
or bed, just floors and walls
and a little leaking light from
the roof, gift from the sky
like a lone star at night
i
unburden thoughts
like slowly my hands are throwing
away the pebbles to the ocean
on a journey to a quite place
where i do not have to
think anymore....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem