A summer breeze hit my face
And I looked at the oceans heart
I forgot the world, time and space
And watched the worlds own art
Cold is the wind and blowing
A song that dosnt come to an end
And I cant help but thinking
What happend? What happend?
Waves hit the cliffs and the color blue
So beautiful and calm, pretty
Pretty dear blue I can see you
Dont be tricky, what a pity
Dance in the dust of sand
And fire, warm and touch
The life who burns your hand
Its so much, so much
Moving to feild where the flowers fly
Over me in a wind so cold
Fire of flowers are above me in the sky
They are so old, so old
In my field they fly around me
Fireflies do you hear my voice
They are all that I want to be
My will and my choice
While the flowers broke down
I borke them with one look
Now they hit the ground
A farirytale from my own book
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem