When no thought comes
I sit and think again
I break a rice gran
And the I chew it
And I drink milk of rice.
Such a beautifully brevity, dear Flower Prince! Surely, a lovely rice metaphored poem. A10 for the votings/ratings.
The WORDED is not yet there, must be: Such a beautifully worded brevity. Thank you for sharing this cute piece.
Breaking rice and drinking rice milk is a ice act. You have brilliantly penned this interesting poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what we do in quiet moments of contemplation nicely caught