we mend
something that is
broken
or torn
we know how
to heal
when we are
hurt
we walk away
when it is
too crowded
we always
know what is lacking
we always know
what we discard
we do not really need
much
to be alive
only if we
try the fullness
of simplicity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem