We are too romantic for the planet,
And old-fashioned, and not adapted
To the world where you must be in credit,
Where our lives are virtual and coded.
We are dreamy and absent-minded
In the world - full of depressed people.
And both you and me are not suited
To the times – fanatical and hateful.
We often meet on fair-weather cumulus
To look down at the weird and odd earth.
We love and miss – it’s always so timeless… -
We give the cynical world a wide berth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this. I like the half rhymes and the final full rhyme, i like the natural feel of the poem; nothing is too forced, though the and on the last line annoys me for some reason.