Peace, peace,
Peace on the road.
No house, home or inn I need see
Flight, fear, a past that for-bodes,
Forever I’ll stray out of reach
For beds of feathers trick the back
Comforts provoke the carpet
I keep my song in the open sea,
In the waves where I fashion my closet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said..I liked the simplicity behind the dark reality