Are you flying
Like a beautiful bird
Across the Oceans
Lands
Beneath those Milky Clouds
I want to be Your Rainbow
When You're gracefully Sad
Your Nest when You're
Tired and Cold
I want to be
Your Red
Your Silver
Your Gold
I want to make Love
Like Copper to Iron
Like Icecream melting
Like breaking down Tears
Like the Sweetness of Blood
And the fullness of Moon
I want to feel Your Dreams
Next to mine
Your Turn..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem