I seem you love somebody when the village
Sleeps in a pin dropp silence, bloods of my heart
Moulded to cold and cold by the sounds of
Dry leaves that concerns me-there is some body
Who is arranging my souls grave with a spiral speed
Below 0 c I am an ucaliptus, have put on a coat of snow
I love birds.
And birds love to fly......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine imagery! beautiful reflection! ......10++