Squelching in my mind, listening to country-western music
on the radio and classical Chinese on my walkman at the
same time.
Delightful, mind opening onto a veranda of awesome gardens,
flowering in the sunshine.
Lightness of morning, guiding me down pathways, showing me
abundant scenes through nature.
Living in the center of a mirage while writing.
(7: 03 p.m. - 10/12/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem