If you rejoice,
why melancholy eyes shine.
If you miss,
why your voice the major sounds?
poplar lonely:
You rustle with green wings,
you rustle lunar at night,
And the fine dream
will dream you -
wavy an arable land....
Walk under a rainbow …
Tsira, this is a wonderful piece of writing that evokes all sorts of images across my mind. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine reading, TG