The pale spring morning brings a light drizzle of rain. Splashes of gray are thrown to my window; the sun is covered by thick gray clouds. While the grass is wet with pixie water. The mortal world is thrust from existence, and I am plunged into the waters of fantasy. I am thrust into Neptune's lullaby. Magick and spells surround me with musical notes and strange symbols. A lullaby. A lullaby of fantasy and happiness sings to me a life of charisma and karma. This is Neptune's lullaby for those whose are fish. Those who choose to enter the lullaby will never come out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem