green
and flowery
valley
the moisture
heats
up
the cliffs
and the dormant hills
the valley
is another
place
to feel the escape
and feel
the nature
of
the valley.
as i walk through
as i touch the ground
as i make my way up
i feel it is made only for me
if i can
claim the secrets and maps
of it own irony.
i live in my heaven
when i cross the valley
of a woman
while she looks at me
with an eye
of the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem