Sunshine and cloudy days surround us through the years,
rain and snow falling upon earth paying no heed to what
we want or don't need.
Supplicating our presence we find the beauty of seasons
playing their parts equally well on earth, pressing their
noses up against our souls.
Giving up an interior pleasure that fills photographic
screens and can be replayed over and over again whenever
we want to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem