Say at least
It's okay.
Stop gathering
Nights and days.
Try not to measure the space.
O, my floating buoy,
I dare not to say a toy.
I have little interest
And every time you
Are putting me in water-test.
Fire is calling me
With loud cry
And I hear not
I am with the children.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem