After all, the cold wind had seen you then.
The sun's optics had known you by hen.
So came thou to my heart still close,
But no, can't i touch thou from toes.
A frozen mind came still cold.
However thy eyes hadn't shown me so old
And amen. the cloud had opened here eyes with cries
But the bird had it's own style and cries with flies.
And see there a young poor boy with other,
So with their dreams full of feather.
The droplets still unevenly rifed all,
And made their heart to fall.
Never they used to know their lost mind
Until they knew themselves fully kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem