I'm having it cozy
With nothing to do
Just memories rosy
About flowering you
Without any aim
That occupies man
Just living the flame
I much as I can
Throw silently things
That might entertain
If pleasure it brings
Slightly in vain
How do you do
In earning your living
I am here too
This poem you giving
To make you feel good
And blush a little
What ever you should
With ease and committal
I am not a dragon
You happen to meet
So come on my wagon
I have for you a seat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem