morning light starts landscape
drawing charm-filled slumber
and began to flow like a river
but pull yourself together
when it plays on the surface
it is not down to the sky
such a successful angel
full of sin, full of feint
bullying starting in the morning
you innocently gobble heart
will measure swears always
than by the time you will stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem