There is a time very early in the morning
When silence is the best music
And hearing is only seeing
Life feels like the road ahead
Open and long
And walking is a simple happy adventure
Whose only message is
Love of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lonesome morning whispering there in the dome of heart the best rhythm of self music I touch the heart by the feeling and hear me silently