As a child I walked
with noisy fingers
along the hemline
of so many meadows
back home
Green fabric
stretched out
shy earth
shock of sky
I'd sit on logs like pulits
listen to the sermon
of sparrows
and find god in Simplicity,
there amongst the dadelion
and thorn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem with deep thoughts