A poet once said he wandered lonely as a cloud on high and I know why.
I look up to the night sky, I listen to the birds twittering away the children run and play, I place my hand on my chest as I feel my heart beat and I know why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I let go of all my feelings to a web where know one knows me. Its healing, inspiring and I know why. Nothing like a heartbeat. Thank You