my poetry
is a rain and a wind
is a sun and a moon
is you and I
and a few persons
wrapped up in the bedding
into petals of roses
and curly little snowmen
it still touching the clock
and playing in hearts
on silvery notes
with the golden key
my poetry
is a dream and reality
laughter and tears
I and you and the life
and in it
still a few persons...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem