If I bit a sandwich
and my tongue then did turn blue
I would stare with widest eyes
and ask if yours did too.
If I fell asleep
by a fire burning bright
would i then dream of volcanos
or gates of pearly white?
I think that I must go now
no nonsense left to share
I'll hold my breath and close my eyes
and vanish through the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem