Seated on a rock
At the edge of the water
Complete darkness
Except for faint light
Some distance away.
With the cool breeze caressing my body
And the ocean whispering seductively
The slinker, slither or whatever
Of time didn't matter anymore
What silence!
What beauty!
What a place to commune with oneself!
I chose to let go!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem