A dropp of water cuddled up
To a sprig of a mountain fir.
A magic, see-through ball turned up –
A useful tool for every dreamer.
But the dropp hung dangerously,
And sway on the evergreen tree.
What a poor dream – such clumsy.
For a while I was a fairy…
beautiful, simply written. i love the way you word things. keep up the awsome work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really beautiful Anjana