and then again hoofbeat...
the passel is rushing directly on me
I cannot move
blues
are stopping me...
only what else
this music attracts
it I am blinking and I can see them
everyone are playing smiling
and I also...
this way they must play in the sky
probably so that are convenient
for light blue angels
and calm exhausted
hearts...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem