Fountain whistles me
And I dance here
On the open field.
The doctor declares me
Mad and I run and run
Till the end.
I know not where is the end
Amd still I run and run
To hear again and again
That whistles sound.
I care not the storm,
I care not the rules or
The norm and I returned back
Naked to see the fountain dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem