i will hang from the clouds
my hair will be painted with rainbows
and there will be stars in my eyes
morning dew will coat my toes
as i dance upon the grass
the sun will kiss my lips
and the mist of days beginning
will wrap around my hips
like a lost lover
the one i long for
the fire that keeps on burning
turning me to ashes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem