Alone in a beautiful manifestation brought forth in a
prismatic aura through natural environments.
Being content with quiet surroundings, looking at the
wall where a fat, gray pigeon has landed close to me.
Blinking it's little eyes, cocking it's head from side
to side and listening intently as I talk to my oldest
son on the telephone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem