there is such road
somewhere in clouds high
which I am treading
from time to the time
with hand luggage
of my dreams and dreams
it a road for nowhere
and to everywhere...
it isn't hard for me
I have wings at shoulders
then again most silence
pleasant and faithful
is in my favour on the back
I have the rucksack
and the fog under feet
and the one thought remained for me
I will find way to you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow so sweettttt, wish to read all of your poems.. professionality is there.. lovely way of writing and sweet ideas..hmmm liked your poems.