I sit at the window
Wherever i look
I am surrounded by green
The flow of outside
My children's laughter and tears
Run on a different track
I am left at my station
A still life
Painted trapped
By an older dimension of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How we wish our love ones could be with us even during our working hours and I believe whatever the environment of our working place, life would be even better if they're around to acompany us.What a coincidence that your piece shares the same title as mine.