My eyes are open
Nothing in my mind
I am walking.
Black clouds surrounds
I am walking slowly
Through the fields.
Nothing haunts me
Meadows and trees
were smiling against me.
A simple touch
is enough for me
To bring me the real world.
Small and beautiful poem, Walking through fields, simple touch of nature can blow away a nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we walk through quiet meadows and fields, so lost in beauty with a light mind with no thoughts disturbing us, we feel we are literally floating in the air! At such times, a simple touch can wake us to the world around! Your experience is beautifully expressed!