Sitting here daydreaming in the heather
Watching, admiring, drowsing, listening
It's hard to do something when you're thinking of nothing
My mind is filled with the clouds-I just... am
As noisy as television static and as quiet as a heartbeat
I would be content to lounge all day in the rays of splendor-
But-inevitably, regrettably, always-life calls me back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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