too dark for my eyes to see
i look through my window
all shadows under a canopy
so i close the curtain, lay down
dream of something round
mushroom sticking from ground
little people running up and down
singing lullaby, giggling around
playful their nature, should be
they forever children for me
i see one of them hiding by stem
reading a little book of poem
a giant of them can't play
sits by mushroom watch them
while they slide all over him
i could be that one bored
i could pretend, yes i should
maybe i could be understood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem