Some times when i walk,
and i danced for freedom,
and some wonder i am old,
and weary born hearts gold.
Some will dance that dance,
and fall beside there brother,
Two can dance that dance,
one leaves to make amens.
Quite walks i quake each night,
and this is how youth grows, and
i danced with freedom into sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wait pink dreams, good luck, iip.. Tsira