My road leads towards the south.
Cold weather really turns me off.
I like the summer evening time –
It sounds great. I love its rhyme.
Once I transcended old beliefs
And lost all reasons of the grief.
Sun pushed me down, but now it’s not.
I feel so vivid when it’s hot.
My fears were foster children, and
They came to their happy end
As I don’t feed them anymore.
I loved them, and I closed the door.
Light comes right from my belly button
And makes reality like butter.
I sculpt my thoughts – they are so hallow.
And I do know: the world will follow.
I am no longer in suppression,
So I enjoy my expression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem