I walk alone and in my way
I saw a fort of clay
My mind flies and fills with gay
Should I go or it is better to stay
I imagine princess in that fort
She reads a poem that she wrote
Her eyes are blue and the hair is short
Here voice is soft as if birds
Then I wake up from my thought
When I heard my daughter call
The ebb and flow destroy that fort
So I saved that scene in my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem