Here I am
Roaming like cloud
Moving like air to your dip inside
Spread with your blood
You can't see me
Whole night
Whole day
All through the spring and winter
Here I am
With your soup with your brush
Through the showers of your eyes
Yellow bird is still sitting
On the brunch of your heart
Still with the same fragrance blossom the flowers
Still I am wondering
Still in search
I can't climb with the word to your lip
Can't dance with the air of your flute
Roots that grows with the bunch of smiles
Blues that carry the dreams
Can't pave my path
So here I am
Waiting to hear from you at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I can't climb with the word to your lip Can't dance with the air of your flute..'... words are dancing! ! .. so here you are..Nice composition