I want to write about black, about white
About tall and massive trees on other sides
About longest sunny days & deepest thoughts
About dreams, about love in people's hearts
I like all colours of the day & of the world
I like variety of things - that i had said
I'm too naive: i see the worst but think the best
When i believe - my soul has a rest
I let these dreams to step aside, i let them go
I saw the truth: even with you i was alone
You need be calm - that's what i see
And there is war inside of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your first stanza. It lured me swift.