Nonchalantly I walk among some trees. Naturally with
hands behind my back.
From time to time bird song carries to me.
Then I myself whistle a popular tune, despite
my sombre look.
In late autumn leaves are fallen and brown
and wet with sand.
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A walk though never lasts all that long
for I am a lover of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought out and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Peter.