That tree, I like it...
It's the breath,
you can't get enough of.
What we can see,
it's what we believe in.
Is it something real,
could we go around and get a deal?
Something unusually comforting,
in this bar...
I came here without a car!
A little time...
I can't get inside,
I need to know my mind.
What a surprise!
My life...
Maybe a beautiful day I will die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem