There's been a change in the weather
I feel light as a feather
Walking down the halls
noises carry through the walls
people babble about having loud conversation
but I can't hear them
I'm on a differant station
my head is filled with anticipation
It's going to be a good day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this one very much. Read mine - The Bloom of Youth - Adeline