I wish I could sit on
The pin tip of past reminiscence
To fall or to be fallen
To abyss of jollity
Where I can bounce back
To thick coat of comfort
Synchronized with chemistry
Of free will and free wheel
To circle in my province
With wooden sword
And feathered cap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a deep wish so expressed. Read mine - Where the Polar Winds Blow - Adeline