already Sunday.
we are going
to the lake.
the longed-for
relaxation and tanning.
green little frogs
are jumping for us
under legs.
then again there
will be a concert.
in the vicinity
long-necked an elderly
lady is feeding swan.
I am putting pink
glasses on.
everything
now, seems
warmer
and nice.
even living...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem