night is like mother
good and beautiful
is hugging to the sleep
is singing lullabies
she is not setting apart nobody
her light shawl is waving
in embroidered stars
and one crescent moon
onder the cover of the night
feels safer
forbidden love
and the first emotions
when this way we are wandering
on the way to you
is bringing unexpectedly
pinkened morning
and germinating emotions
is whispering - care about it
or else they can quickly pass
and they will never already
come back
(for HN)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem about arising emotions or emotion. Aesthetics of your record are very distinct. Very good and an elegant poem. :)