I have to say this,
I can hear in a silence,
I love my whole daydream.
For in my movement,
My speech,
My looks, somehow
I have inside me,
Something that was before
I can tell.
I sense something strong
Of what I will be,
And all that's around me,
Is in fact going around
And flowing.
And some part of this,
Is in someone else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem