It's quiet here.
An open window,
and cat is sleeping on my pillow.
Skytrain is going somewhere near.
Dark outside;
indoor bright light,
and boston fern is sleeping hanging.
In basquet oranges and mango.
Piano in a corner standing.
It's quiet here.
With sounds of night
dream worlds had came, but not there quight..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dream world and open window