A mosquito bit me and said something
but it doesn’t know that I am waiting for that sweet nothing
A warm hello’s and sweet good nights whimsical at this hour of life
but they are of sure a romantic melody at this time of elegy and strife
I am not a April fool simple and the guy carefree to say all is cool
a warm thought on a cold mind; a revival from the deadly pool
A feeling fresh; a breeze fresh on dying soul; strange sonnet being sung anew
lots of smiles pushing ahead through many miles; energies full for this life anew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Like it a great write.