And you turn red for me corals of the sorbs
So that I may hang it up at girl neck
With the palette of blood-red juicy colours
Shine with gold darkens by carmine.
Paint for her sunny painter
On the way else procession of pigeons
Snowy white and blue butterflies
Which are the reflexion of your eyes in the mirror of the lake
Grey drops of the rain and paper moon
Silver-pale twirl also for her...
And one moment of the happiness paint
For thirsty of the peace...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, reflective, subtle, very well written. And like it. :)