We all seek at times
a measure or two
of silken stillness
caught within the hustle bustle
of our daily lives.
The quiet that descends slowly
as summer sap oozing from a tree
to crystallize our moments
into tranquil harmony
that refreshes
our obliterating soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as summer sap oozing from a tree, to crystallize our moments great line. Love it. Could you please read my poem? More to follow.