The river flows where no one knows,
around your shins and through your toes.
A breeze is blowing through your nose
that played a little with the rose.
And so it goes:another season comes around,
the hour throws it on the ground.
And where the daily repetitions meet
to trample minutes under feet
and make of time a little street,
and of eternity, a beat,
so falls the gaze of something very tall
dangling heavens from a wall,
throws the sun across the sky
like a little ball, from left to right,
to give your momentary days a little light
as if to say:
"Come play!Leave your troubles at the wall,
there is no room for them at all."
So goes the gist of what I had to say.
Now I've said it, said it all.
You have the ball.
River flows with blowing breeze. We notice this flow and tenderness we feel totally. Little light still gives momentary strength to get success. A lovely poem of change you have penned with broader theme. This is an excellently penned poem. This is nice to see you after long time.....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smooth flow and sweet wording of this poem motivate reader. This is a nice poem with nice title.