some thoughts arrive
when you are away busily
walking down the trail
somewhere in cogon
the trees are lining the trail
and the air is pretty cool
as the ferns sway their bodies
to the eddies of the winds
somehow you must believe
that walking is a way to trap
some fireflies of wisdom that
come once in a while during
the nights of your life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem