sitting on an easy chair
sipping ice cold lemonade
at 9 o'clock in the morning
Christmas air is blowing
my hair
there is nothing to think
about
it is all just gazing
lazily on the surrounding
the ylang-ylang tree has
flowered well
last night the scent spread
inside the room
the ferns are thriving under
the tree
a spider lives there spinning
its web
the mind is emptying and
some images are getting in
i guess this day will be
perfect
just perfectly gliding
without a hitch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem