I want to be lonely whole day
In deep silent without talking
Watching the sun rising and pacing
The curved sky and setting in the west
I want to sit silently under
A tree with no one around to
Disturb me. No newspaper to read,
No tv to watch and without dreaming
I want to live each second
To myself. To feel the time
Passing inside me like a stream
And getting old without my knowing
Loneliness provides rich foods to a poet. An excellent poem.5 stars.
loneliness can be a beautiful thing (love the line - getting old without knowing)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad but peaceful thought. Reminds me of being a child. I had a weeping willow tree I would sit under and stare at the sky until it was time to leave. Love this, thank you.