nice look pleases the sky
pronounced loudly the line poetic
someone behind howled at once
angrily to make me stop...
- why dear
- look can't please the sky
sky controls our look
quarreling not my nature
simply turned back and again
shouted loudly
- sky dances with our smile
and the man with anger
also turned behind
not to face an insane!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem