At the infancy, everything was bewilder...
We crawl instead of to walk and we were babbler..
Lunatic on the grass..
Swimming in the glass..
Drinking wine from the rivers..
Bodys' in the fever..
She's crackling in the hall..
Chasing the ball..
Echoes of the distant sounds..
Fearing from the bounds..
She's trying to escape the past..
But she agitate so fast..
The inner fire was suppressed by the love..
When she was shooting down the doves..
Across the blue field, there are joy and bliss..
Terror of oceans, dolphins flees..
When she smiles angels falls apart,
And when she cries the sorrows that knows the art..
She seeks the trust..
And she stumbles upon my love burst..
So we burst out laughing..
And she crawl and crawl and cease..
That's how she gets peace..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem