i innocently waiting at 7pm
hoping i hear a ring or some
but never came for sometime
it must be earth's wobble
causing my mind to dream
like weather keeps changing
i tap my chest to let go of air
my eyes brighten i saw it clear
leaves by my window against screen
can't really tell if it is waving
what sure is up to this dark night
besides i use hearing than my sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem