MY SOUL SO QUIET
In the afternoon haze
Still waiting for the rain
In a world too warm
For the time of the year
I look and listen
To the alien loud sounds
And wonder why
My soul so quiet
Perhaps I know
At the end of my years
A peace at who I am
And what I have been
I need be nothing now
Than what I have already been
It may have not been much
And not enough
But it is what I have been
And what I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shalom, such an inspiring write...10+++