the night
come down my head
as the clouds
passed in the middle of the sky,
hey and hail
the coming dawn, rough
in bolder of thunder
and zip in the tie of rainbow's shower,
like moist of little droplets of fogs
of fragrance that lives
in every leaves that falls
to the ground
wet
as each wait the coming spring
to fall, nay the humming birds
cool the night of Roses,
underneath the deep sleep of a cocoon
best ground to hold
in the night full
of calls
listen
my dear heart and find
the wisdom
of the wind chanting every dream
the wary of the sun
as it will always
shine, even the home wish
to you not to go
back home.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem