I am am happy from where I stand
when I see your eyes or feel the
touch of your hands ……………….
the dream has arrived like moist on flower petals
like the first white flocks on the pedestal
like the small finches each morning sing
and flatter me with flattering wings
when I see small brave beings giving their best
though I know nothing for ever lasts
when my neighbour rings the door
asks for a shoulder, nothing more
or brings a dish of love with her
for what more dreams then do I need
when life itself ‘s an angels deed. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem