Just as i was sitting here,
Just while i was breathing,
just as things become,
o so clear,
as my eyes begin,
seeing,
just as my heart continues,
to beat,
and as the world,
does spin,
on my face,
there begins to form,
a small,
but simple grin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is a short but cute grin simple but pleasant.... good Rema