Watching shadows moving slowly in the wind from
outside a window, taunting this poetical mind
when looking at them.
A bit of laughter coming to the surface, finding
the situation had a notion of humor being divulged
surreptitiously while sitting here writing.
Listening to music, tending to details in a one
time poem, recalling the incident in the future
through this little poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem