Today’s morning
Seems to be different than yesterday’s
The breeze walks through the window
Grabs a bowl of stoned jewel
I can see the sun in the horizon
Waving the ocean with glare of wonder
Clouds hanging on the blue sky
Barely forget who they are
Time stops at the corner of my head
As I slip back to bed
Life is full of missing character
So why should we go and be wasting time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem