When gray is green
I see a meadow
where children play unseen
under laughter so mellow
Never a need to hide was there
and tears only fell for the rain
til the moon touches the forgotten fear
that never sets only rises again
I long to be a bird
not knowing what is loneliness
but that’s so absurd
I know not what is happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem