Hearing a little child squealing in delight, playing with
toys provided here at the car dealers, a nice way to give
customer service to everyone.
Looking outside seeing young trees intertwined like two
lovers hugging naturally in the morning sunlight, leaves
topping the heads of both.
Looking like hair blowing in a gentle breeze this morning,
seeing and thinking of things poetically, loving the way
an interior creative process works, giving a proactive and
open mind plenty to think about and develop into poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem