The moon sleeps all the day so easy,
With lovely smiles, as the newborn...
Morning dreams is proceed....
In one's bosom collects the colour stars
As in the valley - florets,
He waits to long-awaited the bell
As an alarm- clock..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a beautiful write Tsira...thank you....10++