I wish I could express
the way that I feel
when You carry me off with Your words of appeal
Somehow taken by Your
Purple Blooming
mountains of ice
that protrude from my stealth
of bitterness and fragility
yet strong in the wind
bursting fragrance through temptation
casting
standing atop the alps
breathing basil and cherry tamatos
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem