i always like to see
swans floating on the pond
makes me float
in the clouds of happiness
i find time sitting on one
of the benches near them
and feast my eyes
on them
i like the stillness of the pond
until the swans create the ripples
and i travel with the ripples
lose myself until i find myself
again
when the ripples become still
again
as the swan begins to rest
and sleep on its grand white
wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem