The wind is blowing through my hair, on this warm night.
The stars are setting down, so peacefully this night.
I'm sitting on this roof, just relaxing for a while.
Speaking out my poems, as they wildly pass my mind.
Not even a tear slips down from my eye.
Not one raindropp from the sky.
I get up and walk towards the door.
I say my last poem, which says goodbye to war.
I smile, I giggle, i even start to laugh.
The war is over, and i'm glad that it passed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem