You are pushing me to write poetry,
calmness comes to my moment of liberty,
I am like a child who gets a present,
I borrow wings for a moment.
To fly in the world of imagination,
My heart is white in purification.
To love all honest who are helpful,
To fly with birds who are trustful.
Can you come and fly with me?
Would you give me honey if you were a bee!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem