The love i feel is the sweetest cherry,
An inviting bed.
Joy is a bright candle,
Burning in the dark.
My anger is a cold chill,
A cats flexed claws.
A cold, windy beach,
A melting Popsicle.
Peace is a steady flowing river,
A slow opening flower.
The fleating happyness i have disapears into fear that is
An empty house visited only by me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem