I wish to hide in deepest wood
I'd be a wolf if only could
I would be followed by the brute,
By sweetest sound of primeval flute
The Northern wind would touch my fur,
My feet would sink in virgin snow,
The Bad could've gone with river flow
And dawn would make my path to glow
I wouldn't hear the human voice,
I wouldn't have to make a choice,
I wouldn't have to loose my poise,
To be the one of Life's amusing toys
The pale star will be my guide
To place where i resume my pride,
To place, which blooms in darkest night,
Where I don't need my sins to hide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful language so filled up with an amazing imagination.