Glistening waters like those of a highway
After an evening nights rain
The soft pitter patter of the earth's cries
Muffled the woods and the birds alike
Still I heard my own sniffling because with the earth
I longed to be one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I solitude we listen to our soul's whispers, some start flying in the endless skies but there are some who become even more close to the finite real earth.