Poetry is like a snow.
Melts under the sun of love,
if no - as a clump in the century floats
and there is a crush.
Poetry - it's like an iceberg.
Tons of thoughts and emotions - under.
And if once to your soul it came -
it inflames the brain
Poetry is love; is life; is living! Short and sweet! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like an iceberg, true Liza