All peaceful,
The face, the waves,
The dust, the clouds,
The war field, the world.
And here I want to discover
Where I am and I have to know
What I am and I have to reflect
My own qualities in all.
All reading the rain,
All rain and I am mad.
Madness is there in everybody,
Still, I make friends with all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem