this wind is raging
is persisting
it is breaking what can
well on the way
and you are telling me
I am like the wind
and you are stripping
everything from me
what you can
and what on the way
this way left
it is staying there on
winding stairs
which they are leading
directly to the room
let the wind is raging
let it is happening...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
written lightly and has its charm. I like it.