Here is where I can write,
Beside the running creek,
Standing in the filtered sun,
Feeling the cooling breeze.
Softening quiet cadence,
Rising cricket song,
Gentle and gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finding that special zone that runs freely is magic... you have found it here and I wonder having read several of yours, how many have been written here! One Peace at a time, Deana (Wondering?)