I can be myself
Now that the fighting ceased
Such a sweet feeling
Such a sweet release
Wrapped like a baby in a mother warm fleece
Happy never shooting graceful geese
Fighting only made me a monstrous beast
The war only teaching me to cheat
Glad now i again may be myself
In health
My smile is the proof.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem