Dreams are gathering
Hope and poems
All the colours of the earth
Letters and paintings
Birds and balloons
Malls and roads
Rivers and mountains
Women and children
Love and depression
Men and civilizations
Are gathering
In the pupil of the eye
The courtyard of the pupil is so big
And how small are we
That we are not able to save these things even a little
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem