The rich red earth owns tortoises that peak and crawl through my soul.
The tall green fresh grass tickling humankind toes.
No confusion, just obsession.
Getting tattooed by the bright morning sunshine.
This is landscape for my peaceful mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Through this short poem, you have drawn a beautiful landscape of your soul. Well done!