sweet sounds
heavy bass
wind and guitar..
floating thru the night
watermelon..
juice overflowing
sweet and overwhelming..
like you..
the emptiness.. and confusion
of when I don't know what to do.
but oh how the tumult
is joyful to the touch
somersaulting with possibilities
ripe with potential..
*'Don't Think! little grasshopper... Feel'...
*a line from Bruce Lee to grasshopper..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem