A red rose takes me away,
To my love.
And a moon in the sky,
Shows me how to love.
An owl singing makes
my heart warm,
And a spring night makes the
Night warm and dawn.
A slow dream of slow sunset,
Disappear suddenly.
And a blue butterfly from wind
Touches me softly.
The moisuture of
morning light falls at me,
Saying just to fly,
Not to worry be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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