Food - I want,
Food, this air
Food, this water
Food, you are my dear.
I want to
Climb up the hill.
The hill -
Within me.
Within me,
You are dear
That I know clear.
And in loneliness
You cheer
Eternal traveller.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The air is integral precious food for every life// yeah right you are