My name is the roses to my basket,
the white, puffy clouds to my sky.
It is the firm oak standing,
and the peaceful waves rolling by.
It is the key to a hidden lock,
a nest for my bird.
My name fits me like a glove,
and whispers the words unheard.
My name completes me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Beautifully written