All the sparrows can hear me sing
in the late summer dawn
of lazy last minute dreams.
I’ve got a small city desire
to meet an exciting stranger
as I dance my way down streets naïve with innocence
and visions of flowers.
One day, I’ll wake my heart from slumber
and discover a love that doesn’t fade
like aging tattoos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you just lore me with your poem into your world of phantasm. nice poem