it is all in the
shallow part
the valley and
the flowing river
it is in this
plateau
where the trees
are not
remarkable
where stones
are mere stone
where sands
slow from our
hands without
so much thought
it is not about what
happens next from
here
just here
now nothing folded
no projections
dreams and goals
melting like
ice
giving way to
another summer
and so life is
smooth
so simple
like the way i
pretend that
there is nothing
wrong
like the way i
tell you that
there is no problem
life is smooth and
simple
that is how we must
think it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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